After coaxing Grace Thompson to sleep, Charlotte Thompson cautiously left the bedroom.
Perhaps it was due to Justin Battleson’s arrival today that the children were in such high spirits. They were usually restless and unwilling to sleep, but now, aside from Grace who had obediently gone to sleep, all of the kids were playing in their rooms.
"Brother, wouldn’t it be wonderful if Justin Battleson became our father? He usually looks so stern, but he pays a lot of attention to the little things. He even knows what we like to eat and what we don’t."
Grace, while tugging at the ears of a little rabbit in her arms, voiced out her thoughts with a tender tone, completely resembling a child petulant.
Hearing her words, Hank Thompson, who was playing with Lego blocks, paused a moment, lowered his brow and eyes, and then adopted an obediently approving look, his tone softening in agreement.
"Yes, sister, I think so too. If that happens, we would finally have a father and you could finally eat more. Look at how much you ate today."
Hank’s voice was playful, but it hit Grace’s soft spots. She feigned ferocity and playfully punched Hank’s chest declaring, Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"Ugly Hank, I’m going to tell Mommy you’re bullying me again."
Hearing Grace’s threat, Hank couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, his tone relaxed.
"Go ahead, all you ever do is tattletale anyway. Keep tattling, and I’ll throw away all your little bunnies."
"You..." Grace’s voice faltered, her large eyes filled with burgeoning anger, preparing to punch Hank’s head.
However, Hank simply ignored Grace. He was gleefully adding a model to his little castle. But his happiness didn’t last long, as the castle soon collapsed with a crash.
"..." Hank felt a strange pain in his chest as he watched Grace, who was laughing triumphantly.
"Grace, I am going to throw you into the Pacific Ocean."
Hank gritted his teeth as he spoke, anger seemingly flickering in his handsome eyes.
"Sure, try it. If you dare throw me into the Pacific, Mommy will probably dump you in the Amazon Plain."
Grace pouted her lips, giving back as good as she got.
The already boisterous room became even noisier due to Hank and Grace’s squabble.
Meanwhile, Jack Thompson, who was watching TV with Chad Thompson, realized their siblings were quarreling again. He blinked, tugged at Chad’s sleeve, then spoke quietly.
"Big Brother and Sister are fighting again."
Upon hearing this, Chad took Jack’s tiny hand and approached Hank and Grace, his voice tender as he spoke.
"Brother and sister, please stop fighting. When mommy comes, she’ll be angry."
Hank and Grace, fully caught up in their battle, disregarded his words and rolled up their sleeves.
Just as Hank was about to pull Grace’s hair, Charlotte entered the room, leaning against the door and looking at the children inside with a detached gaze.
"Are you kids planning to tear the house down after your meal?"
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, a stern look on her face. Her lips were pressed into a line, and there was a flash of anger on her beautiful face.
Seeing her stern expression, Hank’s fighting spirit instantly dropped to its lowest level, making him seem terribly cowardly.
Grace also admitted defeat, holding her head low, holding onto her dress corner with her small hands, her blinking eyes appearing watery, as though she was about to cry.
"Chad, Jack, come here."