The two of them walked side by side, silently treading on the wide, deserted sidewalk.
Across the sidewalk was a river stretching as far as the eye could see.
Almost like she was possessed, Charlotte Thompson stopped by the river, gazing at the bright moon reflected in the water.
The water’s surface glimmered. She leaned on the railing, bending slightly to look down.
A fresh, slightly fishy sea breeze blew into her face. Exhausted, Charlotte closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
Jordan Thompson stopped beside her, turned and looked at her.
Evidence of fatigue was clear in the dark circles under her eyes and on her face.
Jordan bit his lip slightly and said in a low voice, "What happened, Sis?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte opened her eyes.
Lowering his gaze, Jordan heard Charlotte softly say, "Adam Ross came to see me. He wants to take the children back to recognize their ancestors."
As the words fell, there wasn’t much surprise in Jordan’s eyes.
From the moment Adam Ross suddenly showed up, he had a vague premonition.
He fully understood how important it was for a large family to carry on their lineage.
He sighed lightly and said, "But Sis, you can’t deprive the children of their right to recognize their ancestors. Some things are destined."
He closed his eyes, "Fate and identity, you can’t escape them. They have their own path to follow."
"You can’t keep them tied to you forever."
Charlotte bit her lip, shook her head slightly, her voice trembling slightly, "Jordan, you know me better than anyone else, you know what I can’t let go."
Charlotte bit her lower lip and shook her head vehemently. Then, unexpectedly, she choked up. She fought back tears as she said, "Jordan, four years. The children have been with me for four years."
"Although we’re not related by blood, they’re my own children in my eyes. If Adam Ross really takes the children and cuts off our mother and child relationship without hesitation ..."
She was deathly pale, shaking her head, and almost broke down crying.
"Jordan, I would die. I can’t bear it, I just can’t."
Not four days, not four months, but four years of alternating spring and winter.
How was she supposed to let go?
She couldn’t continue, and a wave of unstoppable tears followed.
Charlotte rarely lost herself . Seeing her sobbing uncontrollably made Jordan panic a little. He fumbled for a crumpled tissue in his pocket and handed it to Charlotte, his voice desperate, "Sis, don’t cry, Sis. This isn’t decided yet..."
Having said all this, Charlotte still cried and Jordan decided not to pacify her anymore. He sighed, "Sis, if you need to cry, cry it out. Just remember, the children are waiting for you at home."
At his words, Charlotte paused for a moment.
Right, when she got off work today, she only informed Jordan. The children wouldn’t go to sleep without seeing her.
She glanced at her wristwatch, her eyes something of urgency.
It was almost midnight.
She hastily wiped her tears and quickly said, "It is very late now, let’s go home."
Given the time, walking home wasn’t realistic, so they stood by the road for a while before seeing a taxi.
Upon arriving home, Charlotte ran upstairs. As soon as she walked into the living room, several drowsy children immediately perked up. Their eyes glimmered as they ran with little steps to swarm around her.
Before Charlotte could say anything, the children started asking questions excitedly.