"Where has Cyrus gone?"
Charlotte’s face suddenly turned icy cold. She stared straight at the distracted Hank in front of her, then shifted her gaze to Grace, who was picking at her fingers, her voice chilly as she asked.
"Big Brother...he...he..."
"What happened to him?" Charlotte forcefully interrupted Hank’s stammering.
"I went out." Cyrus’s cool voice suddenly echoed in the room. His face expressionless, he stood at the doorway, his thin lips pressed into a line. A hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.
Charlotte turned her head towards Cyrus standing at the entrance, lowering his head. Her eyes held more curiosity. She walked straight towards Cyrus, squatted down, looked directly into Cyrus’ eyes, her tone somewhat indifferent.
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With his head low, Cyrus seemed reluctant to speak. He stubbornly turned his face away, looking elsewhere.
"I went out for a bit."
Cyrus’s voice was low. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head to look at the woman in front of him, Charlotte. Seeing a faint tear in his eye, she was left speechless, unsure of what to say.
"Where did you go without informing me?"
Even though her words were harsh, Charlotte’s tone softened. She reached out and patted Cyrus’s little head.
"I just went out for a bit." Cyrus turned his head away awkwardly. Feeling wronged, he stared into the distance as tears welled up in his eyes.
The originally stern Charlotte felt a softening in her heart. She extended her hand and pinched Cyrus’s small cheek, her tone softened.
"Why are you crying? I haven’t scolded you yet."
Cyrus, feeling wronged, didn’t want to say anything. His face portrayed the bitterness he felt, as if someone had twisted his heart into a knot.
"All right, all right. Seeing you this way, I thought you’d done something wrong."
Charlotte couldn’t help but smile. She extended her hand and pinched Cyrus’s small cheek. Cyrus, usually calm and self-disciplined, rarely lost his temper, let alone losing control of his emotions like today.
Cyrus nodded but didn’t say another word. He looked at Charlotte before him and reached out to grab the corner of her clothes.
Charlotte’s heart melted at his gesture. She helplessly patted Cyrus’s little head and chuckled quietly.
"All right, all right."
Hank, seeing a smile on Charlotte’s face, hurriedly shuffled closer, beaming as he embraced her.
"Mommy, I want a hug too."
The remaining children followed suit and rushed up, embracing Charlotte.
Charlotte chuckled and gathered them all in her arms.
A warm atmosphere filled the large room.
"Mr. Battleson, Miss Thompson headed to BK Hotel."
Michael read the message on his phone. He looked up at Justin Battleson subconsciously and relayed the information in a soft voice.
"She returned to BK Hotel?" Justin’s eyes darkened, and his slender fingers rested unconsciously on the marble table.
His stern face seemed lost in thought, his thin lips slightly pursed, and a flicker of uncertainty shone in his attractive eyes.
Justin asked coolly. He turned sideways; the sunlight fell on his face, lending him a warm glow.
His eyes, however, betrayed a cold severity. His nonchalant voice echoed slowly in the room, carrying an enigmatic charm.
"The kids returned to the hotel with Miss Thompson."