Henry Thompson was slightly taken aback for a few seconds when he received Jordan Thompson’s call and couldn’t react.
After settling matters in Druarus, he had rushed overnight to Ashton to hand over responsibilities. He had just gotten off the plane when the news of Charlotte Thompson caught him off guard.
Jordan’s voice was somewhat anxious: "Big brother, what should we do now?"
After a few seconds, Henry frowned and replied, "It’s too early to say. I’ll head back home now and discuss this with grandfather. Wait for the news."
At his words, Jordan finally exhaled a breath of relief, nodding continuously. "Okay then, please hurry."
On the other side, Ashton.
Mr. Thompson had sent someone to pick up Henry at the airport. No sooner had Henry gotten into the car, he hung up the phone after furrowing his brows. He immediately sent a message to his assistant: "Put the company’s affairs on hold for now. I’ll be at the headquarters by noon."
After the message was successfully sent, he lifted his head and told the driver, "Let’s go directly to the old house." Find the newest release on novel_fіre.net
The old house was quite some distance away from the airport. The driver meandered around, eventually arriving at a secluded mansion.
Mr. Thompson was advanced in age and had already handed over all the business to Henry, enjoying his leisure. When Henry stepped across the threshold, he saw Mr. Thompson half-lying on a lounge chair, sun-bathing.
Standing respectfully in front of Mr. Thompson, Henry nodded slightly. "Grandfather."
Upon hearing his voice, Mr. Thompson squinted his eyes. The sharp gleam in his eyes was as piercing as ever. After a few seconds, he laughed heartily and sat up, "Ah, Henry, what brings you to the old house all of a sudden?"
A servant brought a chair behind Henry. He didn’t hesitate and took a seat before giving a light chuckle. He bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Thompson, both of them exuding an air of loftiness.
"Grandfather, to be honest, I’m here because I need your advice on something," he hesitated, then relayed Jordan’s words.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Thompson’s face sombered. He sighed halfway, with his hands resting on both sides of the lounge chair slightly curling up. "Children are blessed with their own luck. Henry, tell Charlotte to think about the children first. If that doesn’t work, we Thompsons are not pushovers."
He snorted coldly, continuing, "If all else fails, we can always silence those rumormongers with money."
At his words, Henry nodded in agreement, "After all, the children like it there. Growing up there won’t be a bad thing."
After making the decision, Henry called Charlotte right away. After hearing their grandfather’s opinion, Charlotte paused for a moment.
That’s it then. Her initial intention was to make the children happy anyway.
She nodded and said, "Big brother, then we’ll stay in Druarus. We’ll come back to visit grandfather when we get a chance."
As soon as she hung up, another call came in.
Charlotte furrowed her eyebrows, hung up instinctively, but the same number called back a few seconds later.
She picked up the call reluctantly, hearing a man’s deep voice: "Come back and continue your work, I didn’t accept your resignation."
Knowing that Charlotte would refuse, Justin Battleson hesitated and said: "The project for the Queen of Ashton is still in your hands; there isn’t much time left before the deadline, it needs to be completed as soon as possible."
Then, a different tone came from the handset, unlike the calm tone of the previous statements, this one carried an edge to it.
"Don’t forget, you signed a contract with the company. If you quit now, I can legally hold you responsible."