Jordan Thompson stood up, pretending to be upset, but there was always a smile on his face, "Fine, it seems I am superfluous, I’m going out."
"Where are you going?" Justin Battleson asked.
Jordan Thompson turned his head back, with a long face, "What else could I be doing? The housekeeper has delivered some food, I’m going to get it."
Charlotte Thompson chuckled at his look of complete dejection.
"Rest up, my little darlings." She pulled Grace Thompson onto her lap, gently kissing her forehead.
Olivia Thompson stood beside, showing her deep concern, "Mommy, don’t mind those people on the internet, we will always be with you, no matter what."
Hank Thompson and Grace Thompson both nodded in agreement, even Cyrus Thompson said, "Mommy, the innocent need not fear."
All of a sudden, she felt an overwhelming affection for her children, hugging them tightly in her arms.
Especially Olivia Thompson, the youngest, was much more sensible than Grace Thompson.
"Mommy is fine, those are just immature people. As long as I have you guys, that’s all I need." She was so touched by her own words she started choking up.
Justin Battleson stood off to the side, unable to interject. In fact, the next second, he was once again the focus of the kids.
Grace, who was always in the lead, was the first to bounce off the bed, hurriedly caught Justin Battleson. Her small hand could hardly hold Justin’s arm. Eventually, it was Justin who begged for mercy: "Little Miss, spare Daddy, OK?"
At this moment, Jordan Thompson just happened to come in from outside, carrying a lunch box in his hand, and setting his own entrance to music "Ta-da-da! Delicious food is here!"
Hank Thompson was the first to rush over: "Uncle, let me, let me!"
Seeing Hank Thompson’s eager eyes, Jordan Thompson sidestepped.
"Porridge, it’s for your mommy, do you want some?"
Hank Thompson was a bit disappointed, but still agreed with a nod, hinting at his mother on the bed, "Then let’s give it to Mommy, she’s the one who’s sick."
Jordan Thompson laughed wickedly, giving Hank’s arm a playful twist, "I knew you’d understand, your Mommy didn’t spoil you for nothing."
"Give it to him!" Charlotte Thompson interjected, after all, it’s not like she was severely ill, why should she let her child give up his meal for her.
Seeing Grace Thompson loosen her grip, looking around, Justin Battleson quickly took the lunch box, saying, "Don’t refuse, you’re the priority today, you drink. There is plenty of soup for the kids to have later at home."
Grace Thompson considered this, ran in front of Justin Battleson, put her finger on his nose and said, "Then daddy, in order to redeem yourself, you can feed mommy!"
Charlotte Thompson promptly refused on hearing this: "Grace, be obedient, Mommy can drink it herself."
To avoid further embarrassment, Charlotte Thompson quickly signaled Justin Battleson to pass her the porridge with her eyes.
"No, Mommy, daddy will feed you!" Grace Thompson intervened, looking at Justin Battleson, "Daddy, hurry up!"
Seeing Grace Thompson about to lose her temper, Justin Battleson quickly turned his head to look at the other three kids, sending a distress signal.
Cyrus Thompson was the first to turn his face away. "You two sort it out yourselves." He really had the air of a big brother. This content belongs to novel~fire~net
Before Justin Battleson could speak, Hank Thompson made his position clear: "I think Grace has a point."
Justin Battleson could only hope for support from Olivia Thompson, only to hear her say, "I don’t really get it."
A helpless Justin Battleson braced himself, "So it’s just feeding porridge, huh?"
Grace Thompson was delighted, holding her head high like a little princess, oblivious to the fact that her mother on the bed had already turned beet red with embarrassment.
"Uhm—I’ll go over there." Jordan Thompson quickly excused himself, unable to bear the harmonious scene unfolding before him.