Charlotte Thompson was a bit emotional, and aware of his fault, Adam Ross closed his lips and stopped talking.
Outside, the storm was getting stronger, the dark night was enhanced by the heavy rain, the sound of the rain breaking the silence all around.
With her thoughts in disarray, Charlotte slowly regained her composure. She tucked in her coat, moved forward slightly, and closed the window.
The sound of the rain was reduced after being blocked by the window.
Then a few messy footsteps came from behind. The two of them turned back together and beneath the white light, several children, rubbing their sleepy eyes, walked towards her in a daze.
The leader was Grace Thompson, the little girl’s hair was messed up from sleep, and it stood up fluffily on her head.
Her dress was slightly wrinkled, her fair cheeks blushed a light pink, and her chubby hand rubbed her eyes. The source of this content ɪs NoveI~Fire.net
Charlotte’s heart softened instantly, she squatted down and gently embraced Grace, her voice unconsciously softening a few notches.
"Baby, why are you awake?"
The little girl wrapped her arms around Charlotte’s neck, her voice still sleepy, she spoke in a childish voice: "Mommy, we can’t sleep, there’s thunder outside, Annie Anne’s scared."
Hearing this, Olivia Thompson, who was standing at the back, raised her head in bewilderment when she heard her name.
Upon hearing this, Hank Thompson looked at his little sister with some disdain and grunted: "Mommy, it was actually Grace who was crying and howling to find you, Annie Anne has been keeping her eyes open, she didn’t sleep."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte felt a pang in her heart. She looked up at Olivia Thompson, feeling a surge of distress.
She stood up, bent down to look eye to eye with Olivia. The little girl’s eyes were clear, and there was no sign of drowsiness.
Without waiting for her to speak, Olivia blinked and said: "Mommy, I can’t sleep."
Charlotte knew what she was thinking. She sighed softly and said: "Annie, don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright."
She raised her head and glanced at the closed door of the ward, feeling a sudden wave of sourness in her heart.
Indeed... Olivia had it hard too.
Charlotte smiled faintly and said: "It’s cold outside, you guys go back to your room. I will come and get you once your godmother’s check-up is done."
Upon hearing this, the children obediently went back to their room.
As Chad Thompson and Jack Thompson turned their heads, their eyes fell on Adam Ross, flashing with complex emotions.
Watching the children return to their room, Adam Ross, who had been silent all this time, thought for a few seconds before opening his mouth.
Charlotte turned her head slightly, seemingly already guessing what he was going to say.
"The child that seems more composed... Why does he look so much like Justin Battleson?"
Mentioning the name Justin Battleson, mixed feelings surged in Charlotte’s heart.
She didn’t know how to discuss this matter, and how to face this man.
Before Charlotte could speak, Adam Ross continued: "And the well-behaved little girl at the end... If I’m not mistaken, her features are just like Annie’s."
He looked at Charlotte with complex emotions in his eyes, and seemed hesitant to speak: "Charlotte, how many secrets are you hiding?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte was taken aback, then her lips curved up into a bitter smile.
She turned and walked towards the bench, with Adam Ross following, they sat on the bench not too far apart, falling into a silent face-off.