The two speaking cut their words short, turning their heads to look at Charlotte Thompson.
The latter’s eyes were clear and cold as she smoothed out Grace Thompson’s dress with her hand.
Feeling that the girl was getting drowsy in her arms after speaking, she lowered her voice slightly, "Do you all really think I, Charlotte, can’t do without you?"
Adam Ross opened his mouth to say something, but seeing her somewhat irritated expression he chose to remain silent.
He had intuition after all.
Charlotte glanced at them, her tone slightly mocking.
"You all saw it." She paused slightly; her wandering gaze slowly landed on Jack Bryant.
The later was still holding Hank Thompson. Feeling Charlotte’s gaze, he shivered slightly. As if he had expected something, he gazed sorrowfully up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
He knew the atmosphere was not simple now.
He didn’t want to offend these two big shots!
To be precise, he couldn’t afford to offend anyone.
He let out a heavy sigh in his heart, and Charlotte’s mocking voice rang in Jack Bryant’s ear.
"I have two bodyguards by my side, and besides, I have the Thompson family behind me. I don’t need any man."
At her words, the two men’s movements paused slightly, but Charlotte didn’t bother with them and just instructed Jack Bryant while turning around.
"Take the kids and go."
Justin Battleson and Adam Ross cast hostile glances at Jack Bryant following the sound of her voice.
The latter felt like he had a thorn in his back, but still pretended to be calm, reaching for Hank Thompson and Jack Thompson’s hands, ready to leave.
Seeing that they were about to leave, Chad Thompson could only sigh, turned his head and mouthed a goodbye to Adam Ross.
Cyrus Thompson was more composed, with no expression on his face, he walked ahead first.
After getting into the car, Charlotte Thompson pulled the car door shut, and a layer of fog arose on the window.
Looking through the window casually, she saw two figures standing upright under the dim streetlight outside the hospital, their eyes all turned towards her.
The hazy figures looked as if they were the ethereal fog rising in the winter morning.
Something stirred in Charlotte Thompson’s heart, and she couldn’t help but pause for a few seconds, before clearing her throat to hide her emotions and stating to Jack Bryant, "Let’s go."
Jack Bryant pulled a face as he started the car, sighing again in his heart.
That’s how the young lady is, always saying one thing and meaning another, and so stubborn too.
However, there was nothing he could do. Everyone in the Thompson family, old and young, all cherished her and doted on her.
As long as it was something Charlotte wanted to do, she was allowed to do it in whatever way made her happy.
The car slowly started, with Grace Thompson comfortably resting in Charlotte Thompson’s arms.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, there were faint blushes on her round and white cheeks, her chin occasionally resting on Charlotte Thompson’s warm palm.
The children sitting in the backseat were all energetic.
Hank Thompson excitedly shared his new method of building blocks that he’d come up with in his room today with Jack Thompson, who listened attentively with a gentle smile on his lips.
And Chad Thompson was reading a book borrowed from a nurse.
Cyrus Thompson leaned back, rubbing his sore eyes and turning off his tablet. Seeming to remember something, he leaned forward slightly and asked Charlotte Thompson.
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The children were very concerned about Olivia Thompson. Hearing Cyrus’ question, they all turned to look at Charlotte Thompson, waiting for her answer.
Charlotte Thompson smoothed out Grace Thompson’s skirt again and gently explained, "Annie is staying with her godmother in the ward, you don’t have to worry about her, Uncle Hudson is there too."
Having seen Oliver Hudson in the hospital, the kids naturally knew that Uncle Hudson referred to him.
Jack Bryant had seen the tension between Oliver Hudson and Charlotte Thompson, but he was just a kid; he wasn’t supposed to interfere in adults’ matters.
Receiving the answer, Cyrus Thompson didn’t ask anything more, just leaning back into the seat thoughtfully.