After a pause of two seconds, Charlotte no longer hesitated and spoke slowly, "Yes, there is such a plan."
Upon hearing this, Henry no longer pursued and just nodded slightly, saying, "That’s a good idea... By the way, have you found a house yet?"
Of course, if they were planning to settle down, they certainly couldn’t stay in a hotel for a long time.
Charlotte looked up at Hank, who was running excitedly in the corridor, and couldn’t help but break into a smile. A moment of maternal tenderness flashed in her eyes, "We have found a house now, the kids are currently choosing rooms...By the way Henry, it’s still not late, maybe I could bring the kids to see you later."
As soon as she finished speaking, Henry, who was sitting in front of the window, had a hint of joy in his eyes that was hard to detect. He coughed lightly and responded with a hint of amusement in his voice, "You are always welcome."
Having notified Henry ahead of time and hanging up the call, Charlotte waited patiently for the children to finish selecting rooms before leaving. As soon as they exited the door, the housekeeper that Henry Thompson had sent arrived on their heels.
Charlotte looked at Jack Bryant somewhat puzzled.
The latter promptly explained, "The house of Mr. Thompson has been vacant for a few years now, of course, we need the housekeeper to clean it up."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte nodded in understanding. Her brother always did things with great care.
After leaving the apartment, Charlotte and her group immediately drove to the hospital.
Charlotte still held Grace’s hand and reminded her, "Don’t be too noisy when you see Uncle Hudson. Uncle Hudson’s wounds haven’t fully healed yet, and you don’t want to disturb him."
After saying this, she turned her head to look at Hank, whom she found most worrying. Hank realized he was being scrutinized and heard her say: "And you, Hank."
Hank, fully aware of his boisterous nature, obediently nodded in agreement.
Once they entered the ward, Henry moved his gaze from the book to Charlotte. He greeted Charlotte, and then Grace who was leading the way, with a warm smile.
Grace let go of Charlotte’s hand, ran up to Henry and looked up at him with innocent big eyes asking, "Uncle Hudson, when will you get better? Then Grace can play with you."
Henry raised his hand to touch the girl’s tender top of her head, answering with a smile, "It will be very soon."
Mentioning the matter of discharge, Charlotte had previously inquired from the doctor that Henry’s recovery was going well, but it would still take at least a week for him to be discharged from the hospital.
This matter had almost delayed Henry’s works for nearly two months.
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She paused for a moment and then said, "I am really sorry. This happened because of me."
Upon hearing this, Henry shrugged nonchalantly without making a fuss about it. A relaxed smile hung on his face as he said, "I don’t really like apologies, and after all it was my choice, and it is not related to you."
Knowing that he was trying to absolve her of guilt, Charlotte felt even more to blame.
As if suddenly thinking of something, Henry looked at her and asked, "How is Miss Anne doing these days?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte smiled and said, "Much better, at least she’s awake now."
Henry nodded thoughtfully and said, "You don’t need to be so busy taking care of me. Now that Miss Anne is awake, you should go there and accompany her more, talk to her, it might help."