They had lived in Ashton since they were born. Although Ashton was developed, its cities were drastically different from those in Druarus.
The scenery in Ashton was more pleasant, filled with beautiful and peaceful small towns, exuding a romantic atmosphere.
In contrast, Druarus focused on development, with towering skyscrapers standing in its cities, giving them an overall modern tech-industry aesthetic.
Both had their advantages and characteristics.
The children, who had spent a long time in the romantic country of Ashton, naturally found the bustling tech-forward cities of Druarus breathtaking and exclaimed in awe.
"Hmm? Which one, let me take a good look," he said.
Reluctant to put down his handheld game console, Hank Thompson turned his attention to the window.
Right as he was about to comment on the ice cream shop below the building, he heard the driver cheerfully remarking.
"That, my dears, is a children’s amusement park funded and developed by Mr. Battleson, specially made for adorable kids like you. I even took my daughter there before."
"Mr. Battleson?" Cyrus Thompson’s eyebrows knit together slightly, as if he’s guessed something.
"Exactly. You children might not know. He’s the owner of the building you’re heading to, Mr. Justin Battleson," said the driver, maneuvering the car through a mild turn.
The driver admired Justin Battleson to an incredible degree. Such a young successful businessman, who could resist admiring that?
For some reason, Cyrus felt as if someone had suddenly pricked his heart.
He pursed his lips and focused his gaze on that high-rise building.
Surrounded by the laughter of his younger siblings, he stared at the building, an inexplicable emotion welling up inside him.
That man should be their father, right?
The father who had abandoned their Mommy, who had bullied their Mommy.
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Hank looked at Cyrus, who was lost in his thoughts, and handed over a piece of milk candy.
Cyrus was taken aback and before he could react, his mouth was full of the sweet flavor of the candy, and he started to chew.
Even though he tried to act mature, a child will always love sweet candy.
Following that, Hank calmly said, "Big brother, stop overthinking. We’ll find out once we reach there."
Although Hank could be a little immature, he was good at picking up on the moods of others and instantly understood Cyrus’s thoughts.
The car quickly arrived at the Riley Group building.
The driver opened the door for the adorable children, responsibly lead them under the shade of trees, and finally accepted a small amount of money symbolically.
"Thank you, Uncle Driver," said Cyrus, expressing his gratitude to the driver.
He looked at the building which was luxurious but retained a unique style, an oak among saplings in this forested area.
"Wow, this building is so beautiful. Does Mommy work here?" Grace Thompson’s eyes were filled with excitement, her babyish voice filled with joy.
"I’m so envious of Mommy, she gets to work here every day." Jack Thompson added in agreement.
Only Cyrus looked coldly at the building in front of him.
In his heart, he thought about the bullying big tyrant in this place.
"Okay, stop feeling envious for now. Let’s get to business." The moment Cyrus spoke, the rest of the kids immediately quieted down.
Indeed, their big brother’s words were most effective.
Cyrus led the five adorable children straightforwardly into the office building.
Such a lively group quickly drew the attention of the pedestrians.
Cyrus walked to the reception first. Being small, he could only reach it by standing on tiptoe.
He slowly spoke amidst the stunned gaze of the receptionist, "Excuse me, is Justin Battleson here?"