Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 337

"Okay, let's go down and make hot pot." Sylvia immediately led them downstairs.

In the dining hall, the nanny has placed a table full of dishes.

Because the weather was cold, everyone had a piece of hot pot in front of them.

Chris no longer had any scruples and started eating freely, and Hendrick also had a good appetite.

Sylvia took care of them to eat. She had no appetite and felt dizzy, but she managed to take care of them. She thought it must be because she was too tired.

After eating for a while, Arthur also came down.

As soon as Chris and Hendrick saw him, they both pouted their cheeks and snorted coldly, lowered their heads and ignored him. "Hmph."

Arthur saw that the two little bastards were eating deliciously, but at first no matter how he threatened or induced them, they would not yield. He felt a little jealous of Sylvia.

This woman really knows how to win over children.

"Mr. Bridgewater, do you want to eat?" Sylvia saw Arthur standing next to them and asked immediately to please him.

For the sake of the children, she did not dare to offend him.

Whenever he is unhappy, he would snatch all the children away so that she could never see them again, which would be worse than killing her.

Arthur sat down next to her.

He was indeed hungry, and he hadn't eaten dinner yet because he was angry.

Sylvia immediately asked the nanny to prepare a small hot pot for him.

As soon as the man sat down, he devoured the food without caring about his image. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious as a family. Compared with the tense situation at the beginning, it was really beautiful at this time.

"Who’s that?"

"Daddy, Mommy is sick. She has a fever and is talking nonsense. I'm so scared. Please send her to the hospital quickly." Chris shouted at the door while crying.

Arthur was startled. He immediately stood up and opened the door.

The little guy's little figure stood in front of the dim door, with a red nose and tears on his face, looking pitiful.

"Chris." He immediately picked him up, wrapped his little body in the pajamas on his chest, turned around and walked towards their room.

"Mom, mom." Sylvia lay on the bed, closing her eyes tightly and murmuring, her face flushed.

"Sylvia." Arthur hurriedly put Chris on the bed, bent down, and put his palm on her forehead, which was hot.