Chapter 1551: Chapter 1551: She at Least Has More Courage than You_1

Chapter 1551

Hans White took a closer look at the girl in front of him and sneered, "Hmph, you’re daring to defy me like this. Aren’t you afraid of what I might do to you?"

Ethel lifted her chin, "Not afraid!"

"Ethel." The man behind her spoke up.

She turned to look and then slightly toned down her demeanor, unwillingly stepping back a step.

Hans looked at Milton White, angered, "Cowardly, you’re even less of a person than a child! At least she has more courage than you do!"

"It’s precisely because she’s like this that that woman chose Alexander Foster over you! Always enduring, always yielding. What use is all this modesty? Look at you, even your woman has been stolen by someone else! Wake up already!"

Milton didn’t say much and directly walked towards the side court.

It angered Hans to the point that his head spun and he collapsed on the couch.

The butler quickly rushed to soothe him affectionately by rubbing his back. "Sir, stop being angry. Young Master is just momentarily confused."

"Momentarily? He’s angered me for over twenty years! He’s inherited his weak-willed mother’s temperament, unwilling to fight or grab from others. He truly wishes to destroy the Whites!"

The butler handed over a glass of water, "Actually, having a gentle character isn’t a bad thing. Everyone says that our Young Master is extremely charming and his popularity is very high."

"What good is that! What good is it, I ask you! I need someone who can lead the Whites with authority and dominance. It’s not that he can’t do it but that he won’t! How did I end up with such a useless child!"

His loud voice could faintly be heard all the way in the side court.

Milton entered his bedroom, telling Ethel to rest.

When Ethel saw the door shut, after thinking for a bit, she ran to the kitchen to rummage around.

Half an hour later, Milton, who was dozing by the window, was awoken by a stinging smell.

It seemed like something was burned.

He looked downstairs and saw smoke coming from the window.

He jumped down from the window, landing softly.

Inside the window, the little girl was standing in front of the oven, sweating profusely.

A roasted chicken was charred black; it appeared to be inedible.

The scene switched to Ethel’s side.

She was staring worryingly at the burnt chicken. Suddenly, she felt a strong gaze, lifted her head, and saw the man at the window.

Instinctively, she withdrew the chicken and stuck out her tongue, her face full of apologies, "I’m sorry, Milty. I’ve only ever watched my mom do it before, I never tried it myself. I thought it was simple."

"Go rest." He spoke these simple words.

"But you haven’t eaten yet!" She said anxiously.

Milton looked back at her face, "You made this for me?"

"Yes!" She nodded her head.

She didn’t know what Milton was thinking, she waited for quite a while, but he didn’t say anything, just staring at the burnt roasted chicken.

He walked in.

"Are there any more ingredients?"

"There’s one more!" She immediately opened the fridge.

Milton took out the chicken and also asked her to prepare other ingredients.

Then, she watched as he adeptly seasoned the ingredients and gradually spread the sauce on the chicken.

"Aluminum foil." He ordered.

She hurriedly passed it to him.

After setting the timer on the oven, he sat to the side and checked his phone.

She guarded the oven, watching the chicken slowly change.

"Milty, look, it’s turning golden brown."

"Milty, I’ll make some plum juice for us. We can drink it after dinner so we won’t feel so full."

The loud noises coming from the kitchen made the man slightly frown.

He hasn’t spent time with a child like this for a long time.

But her calling him "brother" made him feel a warm sense of responsibility.

That night, it rained really hard.

Ethel’s parents were kneeling in front of him, begging bitterly.

The heartbreaking voices still echoed in his ears.

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(Goodnight)

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