Complete silence surrounded them, Jordan Thompson staring in disbelief, his eyes widened as he directly looked at Charlotte Thompson.
Seeing her , Hank Thompson quickly and quietly put down his chopsticks, then covered his ears, squinting his eyes towards Jordan.
The next second, he saw his own young uncle stand up directly from the front of the chair, pulling the chair backward with his movement, making a harsh, unpleasant elongated sound.
Charlotte helplessly rubbed her forehead, reaching out to pull at his clothes, her face full of helplessness, "Jordan, what are you doing? Sit down."
With these words, Jordan fiercely glared at her, his voice sounded frustrated, "Sister, do you know what you’re doing?"
He pointed at the man diagonally opposite him who was casually sipping his soup, his face full of disbelief, "You actually plan to be with him!?"
As his voice fell, Charlotte coughed awkwardly and glanced at Jordan, "Is there a problem?"
"There’s a big problem!" Jordan was so annoyed he stomped his foot. His suppressed cough from earlier erupted, his face and neck turning red as he coughed, then turned and rushed into the living room, pouring himself a large glass of water.
Tilting his head back to gulp it down, he felt much better and sat on the sofa to calm down for a few seconds, doubting life for a moment.
His usually rational sister had made such an absurd decision today, to be with Justin Battleson?
While he was the children’s biological father, could his past actions just be dismissed out of hand?
At the dinner table, Charlotte watched Jordan rush out for water, looking concerned. After a few seconds, she returned her gaze, clearing her throat awkwardly and looking at Justin, "Jordan is naturally overly dramatic. You’ll get used to it." Thɪs chapter is updated by NovelHub(.)net
At those words, Justin Battleson nodded, eating his meal casually, appearing to completely disregard Jordan’s reaction.
Charlotte looked somewhat upset.
From today onward, it seemed that their home would not be quiet for a while.
It was a few minutes before Jordan returned to the dining table, but he didn’t seem to have any appetite, just heaved a sigh, "I understand now, sister, who you want to be with is your freedom, I have no right to interfere, I respect your decision."
"But..." Jordan’s words turned, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "I will inform our elder brother and grandfather, sister, you should prepare yourself..."
He glanced inadvertently at Justin, his voice obscure: "Don’t even talk about me, even our elder brother doesn’t think well of him. At that time, who knows what kind of commotion he will cause in the Thompson family."
At his words, Charlotte looked a little awkward, she turned away unnaturally, "Don’t worry, I will handle it."
"There’s one more thing." Jordan looked unusually serious, let out a sigh, "What about Henry?"
At those words, Charlotte’s chopstick-holding hand clenched tightly, then paused, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, and she let out a bitter laugh.
Towards Henry Hudson, her heart was filled with gratitude and guilt.
He had always played the role of a guardian in her life, always helping her out in her most difficult times, without any expectations in return.
In the end, she felt sorry for him.
Jordan pursed his lips, "Sister, I can see that Henry has feelings for you, you can’t..."