"How did this end up with you?"
Charlotte Thompson’s eyebrows creased slightly as she took the car key from Michael Richard’s hand and glanced at her car parked behind him, speaking in confusion.
Michael Richard shook his head, simply saying that these were all instructed by Justin.
Charlotte was helpless, but seeing that all the children were having a great time, she sighed reluctantly.
"Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Richard."
Michael Richard responded faintly, a hint of indifference flashing behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
Charlotte then drove off immediately.
"Mr. Battleson," Michael Richard said to Justin, standing in the flower sea, noticing the lack of emotion in his eyes.
"Miss Thompson didn’t look too well just now, could it be..."
After speaking, Michael Richard paused, thoughtfully looking at the man before him.
However, Justin’s face was wearing a faint smile, his eyes deep set, the vibrant flowers adding to his inky charm. Follow current novels on noveⅼfire.net
"It’s okay, I know she’s not angry."
Justin said calmly, a faint smile playing on his face.
"Mommy, why are you blushing? Are you feeling unwell?"
As Charlotte drove the car, waiting for the red light, Hank Thompson, seated in the passenger seat, offered her a bottle of water, speaking gently.
Charlotte’s thoughts were in chaos. She had initially wanted to close her eyes and rest during the red light interval but was unexpectedly interrupted by Hank’s voice.
"Mommy, actually, I think Uncle Battleson is quite good."
Seizing the opportunity as Charlotte was drinking water, Hank started to chatter, plotting how to persuade his mother.
"Why?" Charlotte put the cap back on the bottle, looking at Hank with a scrutinizing gaze, her face oddly chilling.
"Well, I just think..." Hank felt guilty hearing Charlotte’s tone.
He hesitated a bit and glanced at Charlotte, not knowing what to say.
"When did you all get in touch with him?"
Charlotte asked in a soft voice. The children and Justin Battleson couldn’t have possibly just made contact today.
Their closeness was apparent. The look in Cyrus’s eyes as he looked at Justin earlier gave rise to a hint of unease in her.
"Actually..." Hank started to speak but held his tongue, glancing back at Cyrus. He saw Cyrus was deep in thought, with a low aura surrounding him.
Hank looked over to Grace, seated next to Cyrus, only to see her shake her head. It was then he began to answer decisively.
"Just today, really, Mommy, it was just today. He came to find us suddenly, said he wanted to take us to find you."
Hank earnestly bluffed. He kept an eye on Charlotte out of the corner of his eye and saw that she was trying to suppress laughter.
"Do you really take your mommy for a fool?" Charlotte said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. However, her smile held a faint hint of threat.
Charlotte could probably guess that Justin must have contacted the children quite some time ago.
"Speak the truth, or else mommy will ignore you all."
Charlotte parked the car and looked at the children with a calm expression.
"Mommy, I’m sorry..."
With a slight tilt of his head, Hank took Charlotte’s hand with guilt. Charlotte pretended to be angry, flinging his hand off, turning her face to look elsewhere.