Adam Ross pondered for a long while, not knowing how to start.
Charlotte Thompson was quite helpless.
She had done everything she was supposed to do. How could Adam Ross still be so unreliable?
When Charlotte Thompson cast him a suggestive glance for the umpteenth time, Adam Ross gently coughed a few times and finally started to speak.
His voice was soft, but terribly rigid.
"How old are you two... this year?"
Upon hearing this, the two children looked at him in surprise.
Firmly pressing their small mouths into a straight line, they didn’t respond but simply watched him with equally wary and distant expressions.
At these words, Charlotte Thompson’s mouth twitched slightly, and two lines of worry crossed her forehead.
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Usually, when a father and son are reunited, the father, with teary eyes, gazes at his child and speaks of the suffering and longing endured over the years, finally collapsing into tears, to a satisfactory conclusion.
What does asking the children’s ages mean?
Charlotte Thompson rubbed her forehead, her face full of helplessness.
She couldn’t blame him, though.
She cleared her throat lightly, picking up the conversation: "They’re almost five years old. The two children are very well-behaved, usually very good, but their personalities are a little introverted."
Charlotte Thompson’s voice softened, trying to remind Adam Ross how to speak.
However, when he heard the words "introverted temperament", his eyes trembled fiercely, and an indescribable emotion spread in his eyes.
He tightly clenched his right hand into a fist under the table, trying to find another topic of conversation.
"Right, Chad, isn’t it? What do you like to eat? I’ll have someone prepare it for you later. And, uh... Jack, you two tell me what you both like. Anything you want that can be bought in the world, I can give it to you."
Upon hearing this, Chad Thompson slightly lowered his gaze, subtly turned his head to glance at Charlotte, holding back his words.
Having lived with Charlotte for so many years, she knew what Chad wanted to say.
Adam Ross didn’t understand what the children truly wanted - a love that can’t be bought or measured in money.
The man’s somewhat nervous voice fell, and just as Charlotte thought they were about to face another awkward silence, a crisp and firm childish voice pierced the ears of everyone present.
"We don’t want anything. We want to ask you if that rumor on the internet about Mr. Ross of the Ross Group... chopping off people’s fingers, is it true?"
Charlotte Thompson looked in surprise to her left; Jack showed no expression on his face.
But on closer inspection, you could see his slightly trembling lips and the hint of red in his eyes.
As soon as his words fell, Adam Ross’s heart skipped a beat.
He subconsciously lifted his head to look at Jack, his lips moved, but he caught his words.
The piercing gaze of Jack and Chad were fixated on him, eager to know the answer.
Adam Ross’s heart beat furiously.
For the first time in so many years, he felt flustered and scared.
Even several years ago when he sat alone in a conference room, blocking a financial storm for the entire group, he never felt the panic he was feeling now under the media and public speculation.
However, facing these two not-yet-five-year-old children, with eyes so similar to his own, clean as if they’ve never experienced worldly affairs,
they just sat in front of him, asking him for an answer.
Adam Ross admitted that he was indeed panicked.
After a few seconds, he slightly lowered his head, his eyelashes casting a shadow onto his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "How did you find out?"
This incident from years ago couldn’t be found on the internet.
The light in Jack’s eyes dimmed bit by bit as Chad closed his eyes, feeling a bitter sting. He uttered, word by word, "So, you admit it, don’t you?"
Admit his ruthless past, admit that he was a cold-blooded father.