One room, three beds, six children.
This sight warmed Charlotte Thompson’s heart.
She covered each of them with a small quilt, turned up the air conditioning, and then stealthily exited the room.
It used to be in Ashton.
Unconsciously, she had been in Druarus for two months now, and it had been a long time since she had spent time with her children . She couldn’t describe the feeling in her heart.
Just as she was stepping out of the room and the door quietly closed behind her, her phone, not far away, began to vibrate.
She went over to pick it up, her gaze falling on the flashing name, "Jordan Thompson."
Even through the screen, she could sense Jordan’s urgent mood.
Charlotte couldn’t help but smile, leisurely answering the call.
As expected, a pitiful, pleading voice came from Jordan through the phone’s receiver.
"Sister, I really was wrong. I won’t sneak around and do things without telling you anymore."
Jordan, on the taxi, was in tears and remorse, causing quite a spectacle.
The taxi driver, glancing through the rear-view mirror, thought he was a troubled youth.
"You mustn’t touch my collectibles nor tell our parents the real reason behind my trip to Druarus..."
"Otherwise, you’ll be fishing for your little brother in the ocean tomorrow!"
As he spoke, Jordan wiped his tears. His grief-stricken appearance was somewhat exaggerated.
However, he didn’t feel his performance was too out of place. In fact, he felt it was... sincere.
"Then let it be so. It’s not like you’re my biological brother. If you end up in the ocean, I’ll just ask my uncle and aunt to have another child," Charlotte shrugged, looking unfazed.
Hearing this, Jordan became even more anxious. "Really, sis! My dear Sister Charlotte, how could you be so cold-hearted?"
"Alright, alright. I don’t have time to argue with you. You get back here quickly. I have some work matters to attend to. Just come to the hotel and claim your precious collectibles."
Hearing Charlotte say this, Jordan finally eased up. His darling sister was probably just putting on a show.
"Young man, there’s still plenty of beauty in life. You don’t need to cry your heart out over a little mishap."
Waiting at the red light, the taxi driver handed over a tissue, looking sympathetically at Jordan.
This sudden display of care warmed Jordan’s heart.
As he wiped his tears, he calculated how much extra tip he should give the kind-hearted taxi driver.
"It’s no big deal. I’ve seen many disillusioned youths like you. They’re all the same," the driver reassured Jordan. The rightful source is novel·fire·net
Hearing these words, Jordan, who was wiping his face, faltered, feeling as if a group of crows had just flown over his head.
A disillusioned youth...
Isn’t he just in front of Charlotte?
But it would be hard to explain that to a stranger.
After all, the Thompson Family’s indulgence towards Charlotte had reached an almost perverse level. Those not in it wouldn’t understand.
Jordan glanced at the sympathetic look on the driver’s face, opened his mouth to justify himself, but didn’t know where to start.
After hanging up the call, Charlotte placed her phone aside.
She sat down at her desk, pulling out some old company documents to look over them.
Lately, she had been coming up with some great ideas, but they existed only as fragmented inspirations.
She had been busy lately and hadn’t had time to sort them out.
Finally today, she could take a lazy day, and enjoy this leisurely comfort.