Adam Ross spoke words Mr. Ross was all too aware of.
But for the sake of the Ross Family, he had to make some unavoidable choices.
Seeing that Mr. Ross did not speak, Adam continued, "Mr. Ross, just let the two children return to Charlotte Thompson’s side. Growing up in such an environment, they are sure to have no problems."
Actually, Adam was somewhat relieved that he was initially unaware of the existence of the two children, Jack Thompson and Chad Thompson, allowing them to have a happy and blissful childhood beside Charlotte.
If the two children had been born into the Ross Family...
Adam interrupted his thoughts.
There are no ’what ifs’ in this world.
"Understood," said Mr. Ross slowly and then signaled to the man behind him to push him into the ward.
Watching Mr. Ross’s retreating figure, Adam couldn’t help but shake his head.
He also knew that Mr. Ross held the two children in high esteem and was very fond of them, but Mr. Ross’s character was such that his strictness toward the children seemed impossible to change.
He turned to the bodyguard behind him and ordered in a low voice, "Stop investigating the matter I previously asked about."
"Yes, Young Master," the bodyguard nodded.
Adam Ross had been searching for the birth mother of the two children, but now it seemed that no long-missing mother could compare to the present Charlotte Thompson.
"How’s the situation?" Mr. Ross asked as he entered the ward, just after the doctor had finished examining.
"The young master is out of danger now, only needing rest for half a day more. He can be discharged and fully recover by tomorrow," the doctor said earnestly.
Charlotte Thompson stood up. She glanced at Mr. Ross but met his gaze head-on.
Then, Charlotte bowed to Mr. Ross and said slowly, "I apologize, Mr. Ross. I was too worried about Chad’s condition, which is why I disrespected you."
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He coughed, his expression returning to its usual seriousness.
"Seeing as you are concerned for Chad, I will not hold this against you."
"Thank you, Mr. Ross," Charlotte replied, curving her lips slightly at Mr. Ross.
"Once Chad is discharged, you can take the two children home," said Mr. Ross, coughing again before adding, "but they should still return to the Ross Family on the weekends."
Charlotte nodded and then turned around to wave at Jack.
Understanding the cue, Jack approached Mr. Ross obediently and said softly, "I’m sorry, Grandpa. Chad and I know our mistake."
The mistake referred to their previous insistence on calling Mr. Ross the bad guy.
After all, no matter what, Mr. Ross indeed was their real grandfather.
Mr. Ross took a deep breath and finally patted Jack’s arm.
All was understood without words.
Ryan Richard followed the address on his phone to the restaurant’s private room, straightened his clothes, then pushed open the door and entered.
Inside the room, apart from a young woman, there were several bodyguards in black, a sight quite familiar to Ryan, who used to be known as the young master.
He did not bother with formalities and sat down directly in front of the table.
"Seeing is believing, Miss Anne; you’re much more beautiful in person," Ryan said with a smile as soon as he sat down.
Indeed, the young lady sitting across from him was Zoe Anne, the Anne family’s daughter.
She set down the cup in her hand and glanced at Ryan, suppressing the mockery in her eyes.