He thought that the four words "no children" from the receptionist’s mouth must had been verbatim from Justin Battleson.
So, in the heart of a father like him, they, his children, simply didn’t exist.
Or rather, he wished they didn’t exist.
With this thought, he inadvertently clenched the napkin in his hand.
His eyebrows slightly furrowed, his face cold, his eyes stared blankly at a certain spot.
The childish face conveyed a sense of estrangement, as if the words "Keep out, strangers" were written across it.
Hank Thompson was sipping from his water cup.
Unfortunately, his eyes happened to catch Cyrus’ appearance, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Oh no, would his big brother hit him with that kind of expression?
The saying ’a guilty mind is never at ease’ was indeed true. Hank, aware that he almost let slip a moment ago, was now afraid of being hit.
"Alright, let’s head back after we finish eating. I’ve already booked a suite for you," said Charlotte, glancing again at her phone.
She wasn’t sure why the hotel was so crowded today.
All the suites next to her room had been booked, so she had to settle for a larger presidential suite downstairs.
Hearing Charlotte mention the booked room, Grace didn’t seem to care. She chewed her food and swallowed before starting to babble, "No need, we have a room. Uncle booked it for us."
"Uncle?" Charlotte quickly picked up on the most crucial clue in Grace’s words, and her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
She looked at Grace with a scrutinizing gaze.
Grace couldn’t keep secrets, of that she was more aware than anyone else.
"Grace, be honest with Mommy, did Uncle Jordan bring you over?"
After some thought, Charlotte surmised that only Jordan could spoil the kids .
Grace’s heart skipped a beat, "Oh no, I was too carried away while eating..."
She made some noises with her mouth, then looked at her second brother who was helplessly rubbing his head.
What should she do? Her second brother hit the brakes, but she...
Forget it, sorry little Uncle!
After some internal struggle, Grace finally surrendered under Charlotte’s gaze.
Gathering her courage, she raised her head, opened and closed her mouth, "Yes, Mommy, we all missed you. We were afraid that you would be... bullied in Druarus."
Grace almost let the words "by Daddy" slip out, but this time her brain caught up with her mouth.
"My brothers and I discussed and decided to come find Mommy. Little Uncle was worried about our safety and was initially reluctant to bring us here. We begged little Uncle."
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After saying this, she lowered her head in somewhat aggrieved manner, seemingly very distressed.
The best she could do now was to completely exonerate Jordan.
Charlotte was starting to understand. She took a deep breath and said, "So, the person who bought your tickets, brought you over, and even booked a room for you was Jordan, right?"
Although it was a question, Charlotte’s tone sounded more like a statement.
Charlotte then turned her gaze to Cyrus. Seeing him hang his head, it seemed like he was admitting to her understanding.
This child, though seemingly indifferent, was very honest and hardly ever lied.
From the very beginning, when they were all stammering, she knew something was wrong.
None of the children dared to utter a word, each hanging their heads.
"Ha, how wonderful!" Charlotte’s voice unconsciously became louder, "Each of you wants to fly high, do you think you’ve grown wings?"