Jordan Thompson quickly went up close to him upon seeing this, making a "rawr" sound.
However, he saw Cyrus Thompson looking at the bear head in front of him with a speechless expression, and then shifted his gaze away.
Afterward, Cyrus stood up, putting on his shoes, walked out of the room, and shut the door.
This series of actions was done in one stretch, and Cyrus’s indifferent attitude left Jordan feeling a strong sense of defeat.
Jordan first sighed, then turned to look at the other children still sound asleep.
Being the eldest brother, Cyrus was more mature than the other children and wouldn’t be afraid of this.
After comforting himself a bit, Jordan once again became playful.
So he ran to where Hank Thompson was sleeping and quietly brought the bear head closer.
Hank suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the bear head in front of him, and showed no response.
Then he turned away as if not seeing it, adjusted his position, and fell back asleep.
What... What’s this all about?
Even Hank isn’t scared?
Jordan felt utterly baffled.
These kids have no innocence left! They aren’t the slightest bit scared when they see such a large bear head!
Just as he was walking toward Grace Thompson full of hope, she was already sitting up with her eyes open, smiling sweetly at him.
Jordan couldn’t "rawr" this time. Faced with Grace’s soft and cute demeanour, he just couldn’t do it. He could only perform a few cute actions to make her laugh.
However, Grace watched him more and more with a look of disgust on her face.
"Why are you so ugly? You’re not cute at all!"
Jordan was now twenty-three years old and this was the first time somebody had called him ugly!
Before he could retort, Grace continued, pondering deeply.
"Tell you what, stop trying to be a bear. Be a human! I have an uncle who’s uglier than you. Don’t worry, once you become a human, he’ll be uglier than you. You don’t have to be scared."
Grace’s childish and sincere tone made Jordan feel like crying but having no tears.
People say kids speak without any filters. Grace’s words certainly made him feel completely defeated.
Helplessly, he took off the headpiece, looked at Grace, and said with a dejected face: "Grace, is this how you’re supposed to talk about your uncle?"
Grace knew it was him playing the trick all along. She deliberately spoke those words.
Looking at Jordan’s dejected demeanor, Grace couldn’t help but chuckle behind her hand.
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Hearing her baby-like voice, Jordan finally felt a bit better.
He held Olivia in his arms, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, unwrapped the aluminum foil, and was just about to put it into Olivia’s mouth when it disappeared!
Jordan didn’t know when scamp Hank had run over from his bed and even reached out and grabbed the chocolate!
Jordan was too shocked to say anything.
All he heard was a muffled grunt from Hank, "Uncle, you cheat, not giving me food first."
Jordan glared at Hank, exasperated. Suddenly a thought struck him. He pretended not to care, and said, "You go ahead, eat as much as you want, I just remembered that this chocolate is expired. Help yourself."
After saying that, he held Olivia and walked cheerfully towards the door, all the while talking.
"Good girl, Uncle will take you to eat yummy cookies. No more hanging around with these stinky kids."