Justin Battleson took the coat from Charlotte Thompson’s hand and hung it nearby before saying, "They’re probably playing in their rooms."
Jordan Thompson, who was sat on the sofa munching on chips making crunching noises, spoke somewhat indistinctly.
"Yes, all those little rascals are in their rooms."
As he was about to say something to Charlotte Thompson, Cyrus Thompson thumpingly ran down the stairs and went straight to Jordan Thompson’s front.
"Uncle, you’ve been sneaking my snacks again!"
Jordan’s response was to adeptly sidestep Cyrus, then he teasingly held the bag of chips up high.
"How can a scholar’s actions be considered stealing? The snacks were laid opportune on the coffee table, they just made their way into my mouth."
Jordan’s justification was so rational that Cyrus couldn’t help but inflate his cheeks in frustration.
In the end, Jordan had a very aggrieved expression on his face.
"I wonder who it was that said they wanted to play games with me just now, only to leave me waiting while they have now vanished."
Jordan even playfully wiped his eye corner with a sleeve.
"Indeed, as children grow up, they have their own little secrets and even want to isolate me, their uncle."
Charlotte looked at Jordan about to retort when she saw a few children coming down the stairs.
"Mommy, you’re finally back!"
Grace Thompson ran to Charlotte for a hug, followed by Olivia Thompson calling out sweetly too.
Charlotte kissed both Grace and Olivia on their faces. Seeing their radiant smiles made all her sullen feelings dissipate.
"Uncle, your acting skills are simply too bad."
Grace, holding Charlotte’s hand, turned to look at Jordan, who was still engaged in a stare off with Cyrus. Get full chapters from novel-fire.net
"Compared to you guys, my acting skills are very good."
Jordan, looking shifty, sidled over next to Charlotte.
"’When children are quiet, they are up to mischief’, I saw these little guys sneaking around earlier, whispering about something, then they all went back to their room."
Cyrus immediately retorted, "We weren’t being sneaky, we were helping mommy..."
But before Cyrus finished speaking, Hank Thompson, who had just come down the stairs, accidentally stepped on Cyrus’ foot, stopping him from continuing.
"Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention just now."
With a serious look on his face, Hank Thompson looked at Cyrus, who seemed to understand something and immediately stopped speaking.
There was no way Charlotte could miss the anxious looks on Grace and Olivia’s faces when Cyrus was about to spill the beans.
She put down the two little girls and scanned her gaze scrutinizingly over all the children’s faces.
Only Hank Thompson, with his calm composure, spoke up, "Mommy, I’m hungry, let’s eat."
"Yes, Mommy, my little tummy is already starting to rumble."
Grace quickly tugged at Charlotte’s sleeve and gently swayed it.
Even Cyrus and Olivia echoed in chorus. Charlotte read something from the children’s behavior and she speculated something.
But she didn’t say anything at the moment. Instead she just stood straight and said, "Hank, take your siblings to wash their hands and come back for dinner."
Hank immediately nodded and the other three children obediently followed him.
Watching the backs of the four children, Charlotte’s smile suddenly faded a bit.
The children must have done something because of her again.