Even though their younger uncle was liberal-minded, he would certainly inform the other uncles for safety purposes.
The other uncles would surely disagree, and they wouldn’t be able to leave then.
"But we can’t keep quiet either, once the elder uncles find out they’ll definitely drag us back home."
"We can’t tell. If we do, we won’t even be able to step out the front door."
The children debated in various ways, each sticking to their point of view and not willing to yield to the others.
Suddenly, a knock at the door startled everyone.
They scrambled to collect and tidy up the scattered materials on the floor as their alarm bells rang.
Once everything was securely hidden, Cyrus Thompson bravely opened the door, while the other little devils peeked out to assess the situation.
"Kids, your younger uncle’s home." As soon as the door opened, the first thing to pop out was Jordan Thompson’s dreadlock-styled hair.
Wearing a punk jacket and accessories enhanced by his dreadlocks, he was the epitome of a rock musician.
He had rushed back immediately after finishing his concert tour, especially to see his beloved little treasures.
In the Thompson family, these little devils were loved more than he was, but Jordan also held great affection for them.
"Ta-da, look what I brought you guys." Jordan took out a box from behind him with a mysterious expression. Content originally comes from novel-fire.ɴet
He desperately wished to see a hint of surprise in their eyes.
Unfortunately, their faces remained expressionless, devoid of any ripple of emotion.
The only one who showed a slight reaction was Cyrus, who took the gift from him with a still indifferent face.
Their reactions were completely different from what Jordan had imagined, and he touched his nose awkwardly.
These children were far more mature than their peers, undoubtedly inheriting the Thompson gene.
They were just like him, yes that’s right!
In his mind, their father was the useless man, Williams Charlie, there’s no way they inherited anything from him.
"What were you guys arguing about? I could hear your chattering even from behind the door."
Not wanting to dwell on those unfortunate thoughts in front of the kids, Jordan changed the subject.
His curious gaze scanned the room, everything clean, without a hint of something amiss.
Huh? This only made him more curious.
The children cast pleading looks at Cyrus, unsure of how to answer their younger uncle’s question.
As the verdict from the dispute hasn’t come out yet, they didn’t know whether to tell Jordan or not, creating an awkward atmosphere.
"We...." Olivia stammered, ready to reveal their plan.
Cyrus gently shook his head, interrupting her.
The meaning was the same, they should not reveal the matter to their younger uncle yet.
"We were just playing a game, so it got a bit loud." Not having much time to think, Cyrus maintained his calmness as he made up an excuse.
Jordan’s eyes were filled with more suspicion, these little adults didn’t seem like they were playing games.
His scrutinizing gaze moved between them, trying to glean something from their faces.
The children guiltily lowered their heads, their eyes flickering, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Uncle, we really want to go to the amusement park, but you were not here. Can you take us now?"
Hank Thompson pulled at Jordan’s hand, leading him outside with an apparent yearning for the amusement park.
After all, Hank was the most playful and childish one on normal days, wanting to go to the amusement park wasn’t out of the question.
Seeing this, the other children also chimed in, pushing him out of the room.
All the things they had just hidden were still under the bed. If he found out, wouldn’t it all be exposed?
Unable to resist their enthusiasm, Jordan reluctantly agreed to accompany them to the amusement park.