Watching his silence, Justin Battleson across the table raised his eyebrows slightly, similarly waiting for him to go on.
Finally, a hint of hesitation appeared in Adam Ross’s eyes. He stuttered for a moment and then let out a sigh as if making a compromise.
"I understand. Let your mother take the call."
On the other end of the speakerphone, Chad Thompson subconsciously glanced at Jordan Thompson upon hearing this. Jordan nodded slightly before swiftly grabbing the phone and striding towards Charlotte Thompson’s bedroom to knock on the door.
His voice was slightly deep.
"Charlotte, come out and take this call."
Inside the room, Charlotte lifted her head from the pillow in a daze. After a few seconds, she realized what was happening, hurriedly got out of bed and shuffled to open the door wearing her slippers.
After she opened the door, Jordan glanced at her silently before passing her the phone.
She lowered her head to look at the phone interface, slightly startled before finally taking the call and held it to her ear.
On the other end of the line, hearing the familiar voice, a touch of bitterness welled up in Adam’s heart.
He hooked up the corner of his lips and let out a bitter smile saying: "I’m sorry, about what happened earlier..."
"It’s not your fault." Charlotte lowered her gaze, and asked, "What’s the matter?"
Getting straight to the point, Adam looked up, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said, "I’ve made up my mind. You can raise the children."
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Charlotte’s eyes. She gripped the phone tightly, her voice incredulous and trembling slightly, questioning: "What did you say?"
On the other end, the man’s deep and pleasant voice sounded in her ears: "You heard correctly, the two children can stay by your side. But they are, after all, part of the Ross Family. The Ross family hopes that they can spend at least two days a week living with the Ross Family."
The two children had already been standing at the bedroom door listening, Charlotte lowered her eyes and looked at them and asked as if implying something: "What do you think?"
The two children pondered for a few seconds, then promptly nodded their heads.
This was the best solution so far.
Charlotte pursed her lips, with her tongue lightly touching the roof of her mouth, she softly said, "The kids agree, I have no objections either, this is the best way."
Hearing this, Adam nodded and then said, "As for your concerns about the Ross Family’s heir, you can rest assured. I will seek their opinions on this matter after they come of age, I won’t force them."
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Mr. Ross was right; Adam had indeed softened.
But these are his own flesh and blood, if even this wasn’t an exception, then what is a human?
She let out a heartfelt sigh, then leaning against the doorframe with a hint of a smile on her lips, she softly said, "Thank you."
On the other end, a hint of a smile floated in the man’s eyes. After understanding, his voice also relaxed a lot. His tightly clenched fingers loosened slightly, he bent over and took a sip from his wine glass, saying jokingly, "You can’t just thank me verbally, what about the actual action?"
As soon as his words fell, he felt Justin’s penetrating, icy gaze shooting straight at him from across the table.
Adam innocently shrugged his shoulders. In the moment their eyes meet, a glint of mischief flashed in his eyes.
On the other end of the line, Charlotte laughed cheerfully and then joked: "Of course, I will treat you to a meal some other day."
Adam purposely switched to speakerphone, the woman’s light and cheerful voice echoed from the phone. On the other side, Justin Battleson’s hand tightened around his wine glass as he looked at Adam, his face visibly darkened at an alarming speed.
He gave Adam a warning look, then lunged forward in three steps to take the phone from Adam’s hand.