"It’s Mommy’s fault for not taking good care of you, isn’t this the age when children are supposed to be spoiled in their parents’ arms?"
But many things have happened around them that shouldn’t be experienced at their age.
Hearing Charlotte’s words, Cyrus, who had been standing still, suddenly reached out and threw himself into Charlotte’s embrace.
"But now, can’t I also act spoiled with Mommy?"
Cyrus’s voice was calm, but if you looked closely, you could see his ears turning slightly red, "Should we be clinging to Mommy all the ti? Wouldn’t that bother Mommy?"
"How could that be? Mommy will never be bothered by you," Charlotte said softly, stroking Cyrus’s head.
How could a mother find her children a bother?
"But, isn’t Mommy now doing what she loves?"
This sudden question from Cyrus made Charlotte pause.
"Yes, Mommy is happy doing what she loves, and seeing Mommy happy makes us happy too."
"And I love seeing the clothes Mommy designed being shown at fashion shows, I think Mommy is really amazing!"
"Right, and we can also see Mommy on TV."
The kids chattered happily like little sparrows.
"But Mommy still feels like she has been neglecting you, never properly spending ti with you, wanting to make it up to you," Charlotte said softly.
"Do you an Mommy wants to give up what she enjoys to take care of us?" Jack spoke up, catching the crux of the matter.
Before Charlotte could respond, Grace imdiately shook her head: "No, no, I still want to see Mommy design more beautiful clothes."
"Yeah, and besides, we do go to kindergarten nicely and have teachers and other kids to play with."
"Mommy, you’ve never really owed us anything, on the contrary, we feel that living with Mommy is the greatest happiness, and there are six of us who can look after each other, so don’t worry."
While counting with her fingers, Grace grabbed Jack by the hand.
"Right, Mommy, what are you feeling guilty about? Plus, we also have our great-grandmother."
Hank pouted, mumbling his complaint, and then quietly stole an apple that Jonathan was holding.
He quickly took a bite, his voice muffled:
"We also have Daddy, and great-grandmother, and great-grandpa, and our uncles, Uncle Adam Ross, and Godmother Annie... How many kids can be as lucky as us?"
"Of course, we also really hope Mommy can spend ti with us, but Mommy also has her own things to do. Why should she give up what she enjoys just to be with us?"
Grace’s voice was sweet, like honey flowing into Charlotte’s heart.
Charlotte didn’t say anything more because she knew none of that was important anymore.
Just having these precious children before her was the best part of her life.
But the next second, this warm atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by Mr. Thompson:
"Charlotte, you think about making ti to be with the children, but what about that chap Justin Battleson? It’s been a long ti since I’ve seen him."
Upon hearing the na Justin Battleson, a subtly profound expression flickered across Charlotte’s eyes.
After she had reconciled with Justin Battleson, it had been kept a secret from the Thompson Family for a long ti, and now Mr. Thompson’s remark brought back those past mories.
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