"Charlotte, before we ca here, we had already purchased a house in advance and had soone tidy it up. Grandfather and I will move there first, and I will send you the address later."
Jordan Thompson calmly approached Charlotte Thompson and began to speak, which caught her off guard and left her bewildered for a mont.
Mr. Thompson probably wouldn’t stay in Druarus for too long, would he?
But, wasn’t buying a house directly a bit too much?
And Charlotte Thompson felt that the house her fifth brother ntioned couldn’t be that simple.
Indeed, Jordan Thompson glanced at the villa Charlotte was currently living in and ntioned faintly, "It’s slightly bigger than this one, and the environnt seems nice, so we bought it in advance."
"In advance?" Charlotte sharply caught these words.
Realizing he might have said sothing wrong, Jordan laughed softly and then threw a subtle glance in the direction Mr. Thompson had left.
"Actually, Grandfather wanted to co here to see you a month ago, that’s why I bought the house."
Charlotte was suddenly at a loss for words.
So this is what they call ’wealth without conscience’!
With Jordan Thompson, Henry Thompson, and Jonathan Thompson by her side, plus Mr. Thompson who was still angry, they did not ask Charlotte to see them off. After bidding farewell to the children one by one, the car finally disappeared from Charlotte’s sight.
"Mummy, why do I feel that great-grandfather is not in a good mood?" Chad Thompson was very sensitive and could often clearly perceive subtle changes in emotions.
"Did we do sothing wrong that made great-grandfather angry?"
Hearing Chad’s words, the rest of the children also beca anxious and looked towards Charlotte.
Charlotte shook her head, took the children’s hands, and led them back to their rooms.
"How could great-grandfather be angry with you? Don’t think too much, go play now, and Mummy will co to join you later."
Patting Chad on the back, she gestured for him to enter the children’s room. Chad revealed a brilliant smile to Charlotte before following the other children inside.
Not long after, noisy and lively sounds ca from the children’s room again, but they brought a sense of happiness to the listener.
Then, Charlotte walked to a guest room door and knocked.
This was Jordan Thompson’s usual room when he visited.
"The door isn’t locked, sis, co in."
Behind the door ca Jordan’s sowhat muffled voice. Hearing this, Charlotte pressed down on the door handle and slowly pushed open the door.
She saw Jordan sitting on the bed, holding a dark black guitar and gently strumming the strings, releasing soft and pleasing sounds.
Charlotte pulled up a stool and sat in front of Jordan, saying, "May I have the honor to listen to Mr. Thompson play a piece?"
Jordan certainly didn’t refuse, nodding his head, "What would you like to hear?"
Charlotte pondered for a while, then gave Jordan her answer, "Didn’t you tell you had composed a few original pieces? Play the one you’re most satisfied with for ."
Jordan nodded his agreent, adjusted the guitar in his arms, and then his fingertips slid across the strings, producing gentle and beautiful sounds from the guitar that appeared sowhat cold outwardly.
The instruntal prelude was followed by Jordan also humming and singing, and this was actually the first ti Charlotte had heard Jordan sing.
His voice was not the currently popular low and raspy one that seed full of a sense of vicissitude, but rather calm and gentle, just like the song he was playing now.
Jordan slightly lowered his eyes, appearing to have entered into his own world.
This was a side of Jordan that Charlotte had never seen before.
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