"Mommy, you haven’t been home for so many days. We missed you so much."
Olivia Thompson pouted, whining in a babyish voice as she embraced Charlotte Thompson tightly, making Charlotte feel a bit more of compassion for her. She couldn’t help but soften her gaze and speak gently.
"Did you guys eat your meals properly? Mommy had some things to take care of these few days, but you all must still behave yourselves, okay?"
Smelling the light milky scent on Olivia, Charlotte’s entire face softened considerably. She gently touched Olivia’s head and lifted her up.
Charlotte freed up a hand to open a bottle of mineral water for herself, took a sip while lifting her head, and asked Mr. Thompson, who was sitting in front of her.
Olivia took a milk candy from her pocket, and started munching on it leisurely before she answered. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novęlfire.net
"Brother and sister are in their room."
"What are they doing in the room?" Charlotte didn’t quite understand and looked with perplexity at the tightly closed door.
"They..." Olivia seemed about to speak but then thought better of it, shaking her head instead. The situation struck Charlotte as more and more strange, and she push open the door, only to find everyone in the room huddled together.
"What are you guys doing?" Charlotte walked in, pulled back the curtains, and the previously dim room immediately brightened up. In the middle of the huddled children, she saw a bunch of crumpled papers.
"Mommy." At her arrival, the children finally reacted, quickly scrambling for the crumpled papers in an attempt to hide them, but Charlotte swiftly spread the papers and found they were covered in densely packed letters.
Charlotte furrowed her brows, studying them for a long while yet failing to make heads or tails of them.
"What is this? What were you all studying here, in the dark no less?"
"Mommy, how could you peek?"
Hank Thompson pouted unhappily. He stared anxiously at Charlotte, as though scared that she would figure something out.
"Alright, alright, don’t stay in the dark, the room’s so dim. You all come out and I’ll make dinner in a bit."
With that, Charlotte left the room.
Seeing Charlotte’s retreating back, the children heaved a sigh of relief.
"I told you not to do this, who knew when Mommy would come back, I was really scared just now."
Hank Thompson clasped his chest, heaving large breaths, a bit of a wronged expression on his face. He stared at the door, looking somewhat guilty for no apparent reason.
"Hmm, what’s there to be scared of." Cyrus Thompson gripped the crumpled papers in his hand, speaking in a quiet and deep voice, he didn’t seem to worry about what just happened, instead, he was watching the crumpled papers with intense interest.
"Big brother, of course, you’re not scared, but you’re clever, writing something in Morse code. I can’t understand it, how could Mommy who’s not sensitive to numbers understand?"
Jack Thompson glanced at Chad Thompson. Chad turned his gaze back to Cyrus. The boys exchanged a look as if they thought Jack’s reasoning made sense.
"But, even if this result is invalid, I would like to see who will end up being our dad."
Grace, silent for a long while, finally voices out, toying with her doll as she spoke in a light voice.
Justin Battleson has been watching the news these past few days, no guesses needed to know those were all Charlotte Thompson’s doing. He didn’t take any action, he simply helped Charlotte quietly hire a lot of online helpers.
"Mr. Battleson, it seems that Evelyn Curtis can’t stay in the entertainment industry anymore. Are there any other instructions for the other matters?"