Standing not far away holding fruits, Charlotte Thompson naturally overheard what Justin Battleson had just said, which stirred some affection in her heart.
She had initially worried about conflicts arising between her two young sons, Jack Thompson and Chad Thompson, and Justin Battleson.
Justin Battleson was aloof. Even though he could maintain a good relationship with his own children, they were, after all, bound by blood.
Her gaze fell on Justin. His eyes were dark as if speckled with scattered stars twinkling in the sky.
As he lowered his head to look at the two children, his usually tight lips would curve upward, bringing a rare warmth to his resolute face.
In that moment, something in her heart seemed to shift.
So, this man who maintained a certain distance from strangers and acquaintances alike could also have such gentle and humble moments.
"Of course it’s true, my words carry weight. Your dad Adam Ross even calls me his second brother. If you miss him, I can take you to see him now, but we have to ask your mom first."
As Justin spoke, his eyes shifted to Charlotte in the distance.
As their eyes met, Charlotte’s heart began to race.
She blinked, her eyebrows twitching and her lips lifting into a smile as she walked towards the children with the fruit.
"You’ve been playing for quite a while. Have some fruits and rest for a while."
Hank Thompson, upon seeing the sweet fruits, glanced at the building blocks in his hands before decisively tossing them aside and scrambling excitedly to the fruits.
"Mummy, I’ve found that dad is really amazing. He just helped me build a Lego toy I’ve never been able to construct before. I wish he could always be here."
Hank Thompson mumbled as he chewed on his fruit.
At his words, Grace Thompson suddenly stopped what she was doing, staring at Charlotte blankly, her eyes welling up.
Even Cyrus Thompson, who had been engrossed in his computer, paused, casting an uncertain look at Charlotte.
Sensing the change in atmosphere, Justin Battleson wasn’t surprised. He merely stood up and began to speak softly.
"Dad will always be here."
He used a napkin to gently wipe away the juice at the corner of Hank Thompson’s mouth. His eyes softened, his voice cool.
"Uncle Battleson." Grace Thompson had not yet called Justin Battleson ’father’. Although she too craved paternal love, her sensitive mind didn’t miss a beat.
"Will you also treat Chad and Jack as your own children?"
"I keep my promises."
Justin’s determined tone moved the children considerably. Charlotte didn’t comment, but she was pleased that Justin was becoming closer to the children.
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"Actually, Adam Ross is only your biological father." Cyrus Thompson put down his laptop, his handsome eyes so resembling Justin’s, his gaze falling unobtrusively on Jack and Chad Thompson, as if reading their thoughts.
Upon hearing this, Jack’s eyes instantly welled up with tears. He looked pitifully at his older brother Chad, whose face wasn’t looking that good either.
"Big brother, how could you say something like that."
The peace among the children immediately disintegrated into a squabble. The warm atmosphere just a moment ago vanished. Justin, with a slight headache, glanced at the bickering children, uncertain how to mediate.