Charlotte Thompson shot a glare at Hank Thompson. This little monkey dared to be naughty at this time.
Receiving Charlotte’s gaze, Hank stuck out his tongue sheepishly and closed his mouth.
Seeing this, Charlotte took Grace Thompson by one hand and Olivia Thompson by the other, a friendly smile on her face.
"Alright, kids, hold hands with each other. Auntie is going to take you to the police station now."
This was certainly a forced smile, and it even conveyed a hint of seriousness.
The kids, shrewd as they were, could naturally differentiate.
The originally chirping, sparrow-like little cuties fell eerily silent after seeing the stern expression on Charlotte’s face. They all hung their heads low and drooped their heads, daring not to speak.
After all, in the Thompson Family of Ashton, Charlotte was treasured like a mascot.
Even these adorable soft babies, each one your favourite Uncle, Grandpa or Great Grandpa, were all unanimously partial to Charlotte. Follow current novels on NoveIＦire.net
Over the years, these young babes too had developed some understanding.
Acknowledge mommy, obey mommy, everything revolves around mommy.
The receptionist sighed as she watched these little cuties, her cheeks resting on her hands.
The contrast is indeed great, how could there be such adorable kids?
How handsome they must be when they grow up, the thought of it made her blush.
Charlotte glanced at Cyrus Thompson who was standing behind her with his head hanging low.
His little brows were already furrowed together, a look of distress on his face.
Seeing this, Hank quickly stepped forward, raised his head and chuckled, "Auntie, didn’t you say you were taking us to the police station? Does the police station have candies? Auntie, take us quickly."
This cunning little thing, was indeed cooperative.
Charlotte was secretly pleased.
They were still downstairs of the office building and probably surrounded by cameras.
Under the watchful eyes of so many cameras, she couldn’t get too close to the children.
Otherwise, Justin Battleson, with his high IQ, would probably catch on.
Thinking of this, Charlotte intentionally wore a stern expression and started talking seriously.
"All of you hold hands together, stand properly and don’t move around. Auntie will go get the car in a while. You naughty kids won’t get any candies."
While saying this, Charlotte was especially looking at Hank.
Hank nodded his head: "Yes!"
Having given the instructions, Charlotte then led the group of children towards the exit.
As they passed the receptionist desk, she thought about it and gave the receptionist a polite nod.
It was her way of thanking the receptionist for taking care of these little monkeys earlier.
They quickly left the building.
Charlotte took them to the underground parking garage. Along the way, she deliberately remained silent.
For a while, the atmosphere between the group turned strangely tense.
Hank, who was always lively, couldn’t take the pressure and reached into his pocket to pull out a toffee he’d snagged at the reception desk and sidled up to Charlotte.
He raised his head and chuckled at Charlotte, and then handed her the candy.
Blinking his eyes, he put on a pitiful expression and said, "Mommy, don’t be angry anymore, we know we were wrong."
Charlotte looked up from fishing for keys in her bag and eyed the kid in front of her.
Hank’s eyes seemed to glisten, blinking innocently.
The poor little thing, he looked like a wet fawn in the rain.
"You know you were wrong?" Charlotte only glanced at him before raising her eyebrows and continued to rummage through her bag.