"I’ve already scolded your little Uncle. I warn you now, if you sneak off and wander about again, I’ll throw you all into the sea." Charlotte Thompson’s face held a stern expression, brooking no argument.
Knowing they were wrong, the children hung their heads in silence.
Even though they understood that Charlotte was just flying off the handle, none of them dared to talk back.
After a while, the tense atmosphere was somewhat eased by the innocent voice of a child.
"Mommy, we know we were wrong. We absolutely won’t dare do it again."
Hank Thompson had the best sense of reading the room, observing that Charlotte’s "anger" wouldn’t last very long, he secretly rejoiced.
He brazenly approached Charlotte’s face and began to throw a tantrum. As he spoke, he suddenly knelt on the ground with a ’thud’.
Charlotte was shocked by his sudden ’thud’.
This boy, where did he learn to apologize ?
In the end, he was her flesh and blood, and Charlotte couldn’t help but soften.
"What are you doing? A man’s knee has gold, who lets you kneel?" Charlotte furrowed her brows, pulling him up.
"No, no, no, we have done something wrong, we should kneel for Mommy, it’s okay."
Hank’s little face was full of stubbornness, insisting on not getting up until Mommy forgave him.
Seeing this, the other kids also rushed to join in, trying to appease Charlotte.
Even the youngest, Olivia Thompson, shuffled about and obediently poured a glass of water for Charlotte.
Then, she moved over to her side and in a babyish voice said, "Mommy, we know we were wrong, forgive us please."
Cyrus Thompson quietly walked in front of Charlotte with an apologetic look on his face and said, "I know I was wrong, Mommy."
Seeing these children taking their apologies so seriously, Charlotte couldn’t help but sigh.
They were only four years old. Although a little cleverer than others, they were still just children.
"Your Mommy is just worried about you, you know? Even though you are all such little smart alecks, you are still little children!"
"This is your first time in Druarus. You don’t know your way around and you’ve run off suddenly. What if a bad person targeted you?"
"What if something happened to you, your Mommy would breakdown."
The children just listened, obediently nodding their heads.
They all understood what Mommy was saying.
They also knew that what they did before was wrong.
Seeing the children’s positive attitude in admitting their mistakes, Charlotte didn’t have the heart to scold them any further.
Seeing the way they hung their heads low, she couldn’t help but shake her head with helpless resignation.
She then got up, turned around and fetched the extra biscuits she had bought earlier from the room.
She had actually bought them for herself because she had a craving, and just happened to have bought more than she needed. With the kids here now, it worked out just right.
She handed the biscuits to them, poured some drink for them, and sat with them as they quietly ate their biscuits.
The atmosphere in the room became exceptionally warm for a while.
Hank Thompson cheekily winked at Charlotte, "Mommy, you wanted us to come, didn’t you?"
"Otherwise, why would you have prepared so many little biscuits?"
As he spoke, Hank squeezed his eyes shut, exuding cleverness just like Charlotte.
"Exactly, exactly, Mommy just missed us." Grace also came over and said in a soft, cute voice.
Charlotte did not refute, just ruffled the kids’ hair and laughed.
These kids, really knew how to take the pulse of the room.
Just a moment ago, she was angry and they all looked so pitiful.
And how quickly did that change? As soon as they got something delicious, their spirits lifted.
Sometimes, she just didn’t know what to do with them.
Oh well, they were her kids after all, and she wouldn’t have it any other way!