"Brother Henry, think about it again, goodbye." Spoken with a rare courtesy, Justin Battleson took leave.
Henry Thompson watched the retreating figure of Justin disappear down the corridor, standing alone by the window, elegant and aloof.
Pondering Justin’s words, a chilly determination shone from Henry’s chiseled face as he stared out the floor-to-ceiling window.
In the dusk, slanted rays of sunshine covered the window, casting a shine over the pale hospital corridor, but bringing no warmth.
Charlotte Thompson called out softly, standing quietly behind Henry in a white dress, a look of relief adding to her natural beauty.
Hearing her voice, Henry’s thoughts gradually returned. His eyes gently closed, the sunlight falling on his eyelashes, adding a touch of warmth to his otherwise indifferent face.
Charlotte sighed, her eyes reddening slightly.
The days spent caring for Henry Hudson had left her physically and mentally exhausted.
She glanced ahead, a hint of sigh in her heart.
"I want you to help me take care of the kids back home. Jordan is playful, I am worried he might neglect things. I was wondering if you could help me take care of them."
Henry opened his eyes, looking at the tightly shut door of the hospital room, then back at the somewhat pallid Charlotte. A pang of empathy emerged in his heart, softening his voice further.
"Even if you had not asked, I would have gone to see the kids. You have to look after yourself, though. Don’t become too exhausted. Henry Hudson needs care, but your health is more important."
Extending his hand, Henry ruffled Charlotte’s hair. Charlotte smiled, her voice filled with laughter. His playful gesture had somehow eased her worries.
"Big brother, why do you still treat me as a child?"
Charlotte’s playful scoff brought a smile onto Henry’s face, adding a touch of tenderness to his handsome indifference.
He put his hands in his pockets, lowered his gaze, pausing for a moment before speaking.
"Whoever you want to be with, whoever you want to make the father of the children, I won’t say a word. I just want you to be happy."
Feeling warmth upon hearing Henry’s words, Charlotte nodded, a tender expression in her eyes.
"I know, big brother. You go ahead and remember to get them something to eat, otherwise they will likely complain."
Charlotte was always able to show her affection naturally towards Henry.
With a nod, Henry headed straight to the BK Hotel.
Aside from Jordan showing up a few times to bring some food, Charlotte had been absent all these days.
Cyrus Thompson, who was always quick-witted, began to sense the underlying tension. Seeing his siblings playing happily, he felt a tinge of indifference.
When he saw Henry standing at the front door, he roughly understood the situation.
"Uncle Henry," he moved to the side to let Henry in, acknowledging him with a light nod, his eyes revealing a trace of seriousness.
Henry nodded, shifted the stuff he was carrying into one hand, and lightly reached out to pat Cyrus’s head.
Cyrus peeked past Henry, and the small look of sadness he saw in Cyrus’s blinking eyes tugged at his heartstrings.
He squatted down, looking at Cyrus at eye level, and spoke calmly.
"Cyrus, have you eaten? Are your siblings in their rooms?"
Cyrus nodded, but when he remembered Henry’s first question, he shook his head.
Henry smiled slightly, like a warm spring breeze.
Although he was usually cold, thoughts of Charlotte and the kids always coaxed a different emotion out of him. Newest update provided by novᴇlfire.net
"Uncle Henry came all the way from abroad to see you all, are you happy?"