"It seems when I’m not around, your meals are no longer regular."
"I don’t know how Henry, your eldest brother takes care of you all, sigh." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⚑fire.net
"What if some kind of trouble occurs?"
But after giving it some thought, Charlotte knew that Henry was often too busy managing company affairs to fully attend to these kids.
And the kids, being mischievous as they are, sometimes simply not listening to what the nanny at home had to say.
Feeling the rambling talk from Charlotte, Cyrus promptly and sensibly hurried to immerse his little head into his food.
"You’ll be staying at my hotel with me tonight, and tomorrow I’ll have your uncle arrange your flights back."
As she said this, Charlotte stuffed a fruit into her mouth.
Scolding these kids had left her a bit dry in the mouth.
"What?" Hank hurriedly raised his head with an aggrieved expression, the food in his mouth suddenly not tasting so good.
His doe eyes so sparkling and pitiful, even more so than a girl’s.
Oh, how they softened Charlotte’s heart!
However, despite being soft-hearted, Charlotte decided to stick to her plan, prioritizing the bigger picture.
She came to Druarus for an important matter, and the problem had yet to be dealt with. Staying here was inconvenient for the children.
Besides, after she gained fame from the jewelry competition, she noticed a lot of media reporters from Druarus were trailing her.
If they got pictures of these children, it could stir up a controversy.
Charlotte glanced at Cyrus, whose face was a carbon copy of Justin Battleson’s, which only solidified her plan to send them back.
She’s seen the ruthless tactics of the Druarus media. While she could bear the public scrutiny, the children couldn’t.
"Mommy, why do you have to send us back so soon? We haven’t even..."
Hank started speaking but abruptly stopped, turning to look at Cyrus beside him.
Seeing his brother pause, Hank swallowed hard, inexplicably nervous.
He was on the verge of letting the cat out of the bag.
"Haven’t what?" Charlotte took a sip of her lemon water, looking at Hank.
Her gaze conveyed the shrewdness of someone who could see through everything.
Hank was recklessly stuffing meat into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out adorably.
She couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Eat slowly, no one’s going to steal your food."
Seeing they were almost finished eating, Charlotte glanced at her wristwatch and stood up to go pay the bill at the front desk.
After she left, Grace finally grabbed Cyrus’s sleeve.
You could tell just by looking at her face the little girl had never lied before, visibly nervous, she opened her mouth.
"Big brother, should we tell mommy the real reason why we came back?"
The real reason, huh? Should they tell her?
Cyrus stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, not saying a word.
"Big brother, I can’t keep lying. You know I can’t keep secrets. I almost slipped just now when Hank mentioned it."
Grace furrowed her tiny brows and pouted her plump pink lips, looking extremely adorable.
Cyrus carefully chewed his food and swallowed, then gently wiped his mouth with a napkin.
He then responded without any haste, "If you can’t hold it in, eat."
After saying this, he nudged his chin towards Hank, who was in mid-feasting, as an example. "Like your second brother."
Grace looked at Hank, the very next second she looked disgusted.
"Like Hank? I don’t want to eat like a crazy person. I’ll gain weight."
Cyrus didn’t say anything, but in his mind, he was replaying the phrase "no kids" spoken by the receptionist earlier.