"Stupid babies, when has Mommy ever been angry with you?"
Charlotte Thompson felt reassured seeing them protect each other like this.
For a long ti, Charlotte thought the happiest thing was to have these six angelic children.
"But, didn’t Mommy say before that we aren’t allowed to secretly do these things anymore?" Grace Thompson asked quietly.
"Didn’t Mommy also say she doesn’t bla you for doing these things? On the contrary, Mommy feels comforted that at such a young age, you have this kind of capability."
Charlotte looked at the child in front of her.
"But these things are just too filthy, and Mommy doesn’t want you to touch them."
"But this matter involves our godmother, and when we see her like that, it really hurts us," Hank Thompson said, clenching his fists.
Charlotte had guessed the children would say sothing like that.
She certainly wanted to protect them, but Charlotte knew in her heart that whether it was her or Justin Battleson, their identities were such that the children’s lives were bound to be anything but calm.
Plus, with what happened today at the Ross Family, if Mr. Ross hadn’t given them a heads-up in advance, the children’s situation would definitely have been leaked by the dia.
But that was only temporary.
Charlotte knew that there would be a day when it would all beco public.
At that ti, the children wouldn’t just be onlookers watching what happened to others; they would likely be facing the dia themselves.
"Mommy knows, so from the very beginning, Mommy didn’t ask what you were doing. Mommy also believes you now have your own judgent, and whatever you do, Mommy will support you."
"Thank you, Mommy," Cyrus Thompson said, looking up at Charlotte.
"Mommy, you’re really the best."
"We love Mommy the most," the other children also chid in around Charlotte.
Charlotte smiled, her eyes curved into crescents, her heart brimming with happiness and joy.
"And Mommy loves you the most too."
...
"It’s infuriating, why does this happen?"
The mont Florienna Ellis thought about the humiliation she had suffered in Justin Battleson’s office, she was beside herself with anger.
If it had only been Justin, it might have been bearable, but Charlotte Thompson had to witness it too.
For the past few days, Florienna had been sowhat restless, worried that Charlotte would find so excuse to fire her from the company.
Standing in front of the glass wall, Florienna looked at her reflection and took out her lipstick from her bag to touch up her makeup.
Just then, a dark voice ca from behind her:
"Not focusing on work and doing your makeup instead?"
The man was middle-aged, slightly overweight, but the expensive black suit he wore made him look very sharp.
He gave Florienna a stern look.
Seeing this, Florienna quickly put away her lipstick and said timidly to the man before her, "I’m sorry, Vice President, I didn’t an to. It won’t happen again."
This man was none other than George Robbins, the Vice President of Riley Group.
"Thinking there will be a next ti, what attitude is that? Co to my office imdiately," George Robbins reprimanded Florienna.
Then, he turned to his secretary behind him and said, "Print out a copy of the docunts you have and distribute them."
The assistant acknowledged and left, but not before giving Florienna an extra long glance.
Florienna followed George Robbins into his office.
However, as soon as she entered the office, Florienna’s expression changed instantly; she walked confidently to the couch, sat down, and even crossed her legs nonchalantly.
And George Robbins, who had just been looking so grim, now turned to Florienna with a flattering smile on his face.
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