Justin Battleson raised his hand, attempting to pull Hank Thompson’s hand, but Hank, who had been still all along, suddenly retreated as if he was electrified, widening the distance between him and Justin.
The palm of his hand was full of cold sweat, he subconsciously looked up at Justin’s expression, his face full of unease.
Cyrus Thompson glanced at him.
Only they knew their complex feelings towards Justin and the conflicting emotions of wanting to be close yet fearing to get closer.
On the other side, Jack Thompson and Chad Thompson, the two young kids, had walked downstairs with their short steps. It took them a few rounds before seeing Adam Ross in the corridor of the second floor that had no hospital rooms.
The man’s back was to them, a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. The cigarette smoke curled around and seeped from his mouth, slowly spreading around him.
The air was faintly scented with the smell of tobacco.
Hearing some sounds behind him, the man slightly turned his head. When he found out it was his two children, a faint panic flickered in his eyes. He hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette and threw it away.
The cigarette butt flew in a perfect parabolic path through the air, then accurately landed in the trash bin in the corner.
After this series of movements, Adam Ross finally turned his head back.
The usual careless expression on his face suddenly became gentle and serious after seeing Jack and Chad. He sighed, took a few steps forward, and closed the distance with the two children.
Chad didn’t mind these things. He looked at Adam Ross seriously and earnestly started, "Do you know that that man is here too?"
"That man?" Adam Ross was slightly stunned before he realized.
Chad was probably referring to Justin Battleson.
Hearing this, Adam Ross nodded and asked, "What’s the matter?"
"You need to put forth more effort, or else Mummy might be snatched away by him!"
As Chad’s words fell, Jack, who was reticent, also nodded in pretended seriousness and said, "You’re in a precarious situation."
After hearing the two children’s words, Adam Ross was a bit amused. This was the second time he had heard such words from them today.
He was somewhat helpless but still agreed.
Olivia Thompson’s face turned cold at the sight of Oliver Hudson stepping into the ward.
Looking at her , Charlotte Thompson’s heart skipped a beat.
Although she had agreed, judging from Olivia’s attitude towards Oliver Hudson just now, the situation here might be more tricky. For more chapters visit novel•fire.net
Oliver Hudson naturally saw it too.
The two locked eyes, and Charlotte saw an unparalleled determination in his.
Olivia’s gaze just skimmed over Oliver Hudson and then she looked at Charlotte.
Her voice remained as calm and gentle as always, "Mummy, why is he here?"
Her innocent and clear voice left Charlotte at a loss for words.
After a long while, she sighed and said, "Annie, he is your father."
The word ’father’ made Olivia’s long lashes tremble. She lowered her gaze, her voice almost inaudible.
"I don’t have a father."
Hearing this, Oliver Hudson’s lips tightened, his eyes expressing undisguised despair.
Olivia was still very resistant to Oliver Hudson.
Charlotte rubbed her eyebrows helplessly and heard Olivia continued, "I don’t want to be with him."
Hearing this, Oliver Hudson on the other side felt a sharp pain in his heart, but had no resentment towards his daughter.
The damage he had caused to Annie Anne and their child by his past actions was far worse than his current pain.