Chapter301
Alfred opened his mouth a few times, unsure of how to respond.
As Haley continued with her kitchen tasks, she said, "Emily is his birth mother. It wouldn't look good if word got out about this behavior."
"Ah, Owen's still young and doesn't quite understand the concept of a birth mother," Alfred explained. "Since he was sensible, he's never warmed up to Haley and has never once called her 'Mommy.' But Keith doesn't call her 'Mommy' either; he usually says 'Mother,' which sounds so distant."
"Keith is a man of restraint and decency. If he's willing to call her 'Mother,' that means he recognizes Emily as his parent."
"Well, Keith has indeed been generous toward Ms. Emily. Every year, he prepares a variety of gifts for her. On the second floor of the Winston estate, there's a room filled with Ms. Emily's clothes, bags, shoes. Those are all purchased by Keith." Alfred sighed before continuing, "But the last time Emily angered Ivan, everything from that room was thrown out."
Ivan never took a liking to Emily, and Owen had his reservations about her as well. However, the eldest Winston scion always held Emily, his mother, in high esteem. Even though Emily was no longer welcome at the Winston residence, the eldest had always kept an eye out for news about her. It was even he who orchestrated her opportunity to join the international piano tour.
Alfred, now advanced in years and quite talkative, casually mentioned some of the things Keith had done for Emily.
A slow smirk of irony crept onto Haley's lips.
Keith truly cared, in his peculiar way, about Emily—the woman who bore him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have set such a meticulous trap just waiting for her to stumble into it.
Keith had been expending so much effort to deal with her. Haley wondered if he would turn his attention to Todd and Angela next.
Haley pursed her lips, pausing in her chopping for a moment.
Just then, a car pulled up outside. Alfred's expression softened. "The boss is home."
He gestured to the other chefs. "Go take care of the other tasks. The kitchen space should be left for the boss and Ms. Haley."
It was clear to Alfred that Ivor had quite an uncommon interest in Haley.
This was the first time he had seen Ivor show such immense interest and patience with any woman.
Haley continued chopping slowly, and soon she heard the sound of dress shoes on the floor—it was Ivan stepping in.
Her gaze remained downward, focused on her task.
"Let me do the chopping."
Ivan approached and gently took the knife from her hand.
"Look at the potatoes. Is this what you call chopping?" His deep voice asked, his dark eyes landing on Haley's face.
Haley lifted her eyes to look at the man before her.
He was dressed in a sharp black suit, an aura of authority exuding from him. Here was a man who clearly didn't belong in a kitchen.
Before this, he had probably never set foot in one.
She didn't know why he was in the kitchen now.
Could it be for Owen?
For Angela?
Or, perhaps... for her?
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