"After all, her mental and emotional trauma far outweighs my physical injury."
Each word, every sentence shows consideration for others.
Charlotte suddenly sighed and said softly, "Henry, you should think more about yourself."
Hearing this, Henry Hudson didn’t argue, but looked at her with his usual smile, his gaze filled with indescribable affection.
After a bit of idle chatter, the sun began to set. Charlotte, holding her bag, got up and said, "It’s getting late. We’ll come to see you another day. You should rest early." The rightful source is novel⁂fire.net
After she finished speaking, Henry nodded slightly, then chuckled and replied, "Be safe on your way."
By evening, Charlotte was leaving the hospital with the kids, heading back to the hotel to pack their luggage. It was not until it was dark that she moved everything to an apartment in the city center.
Following the rushed move, Charlotte was exhausted, both physically and mentally. But seeing the genuine smiles on the kids’ faces, her fatigue vanished instantly.
Seeing everyone so happy, Charlotte decided to cook dinner herself.
Meanwhile, in the bushes below the apartment.
A man in a suit with sunglasses wore an expressionless face as he pulled a cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dialed a number.
Once connected, he spoke carefully, "Boss, Miss Thompson has moved. She’s in an apartment in the bustling area of the city center."
A lazy male voice came from the receiver.
"Send me her location."
After hanging up, the man expertly sent the location to a number, then turned around and left.
The night sky was slowly darkening, and the indoor temperature dropped with the day turning into night. Charlotte closed the kitchen window, then went back to cooking.
Not long after, the doorbell rang orderly.
Charlotte paused briefly, puzzled.
The address of her apartment was only known to her elder brother, but he had been busy working lately. It would be at least a few days before he could come visit, so who could it be outside?
A certain figure flashed through her mind.
Could it be that Jordan had asked her elder brother for the address and come to visit?
Without giving it more thought, Charlotte turned around to open the door. The kids sat on the sofa watching TV, and at the sound of the doorbell, they all turned their eyes toward the door.
With the sound of the door opening, Charlotte began to chastise, "Jordan, have you been asking for a beating lately... "
Apparently, he had secretly spread the news of her residence.
However, before she finished speaking, when she got a clear view of the person outside, Charlotte was taken aback, "You’ve been discharged from the hospital already?"
The man on the other side, looking pale, pulled off a smile, "It was just a stomach pumping procedure."
Hearing the voice, Grace, who couldn’t sit still on the couch, cheered and rushed to the door. Seeing the person outside, she excitedly lunged at him.
Justin bent slightly to pick her up, while also bringing in the gifts. He waved them at Charlotte and said, "I brought gifts to celebrate your moving in. Aren’t you going to invite me in?"
On the sofa, Cyrus and Hank Thompson were glancing at the door more or less intentionally, with clear smiles on their faces.
Of course, Charlotte noticed.
After all, Justin Battleson was their biological father.
Looking at the abundance of gifts in his hands and his still weak appearance, Charlotte couldn’t say no. She stepped aside to let him in and said, "Come in and take a seat."