Seeing Hank Thompson clench his fists, Jas Thompson curved his lips slightly.
And Charlotte Thompson, who was holding one of Jas’s hands and frequently looking back, suddenly seed to realize sothing and touched Hank’s hand.
"Our great-grandfather thinks so too," Charlotte stated with certainty.
"Ah? Soone took the stuff from our great-grandfather?" Hank was obviously unaware of the deeper aning of the words and scratched his head in confusion.
Charlotte was speechless.
"Second brother, what Grace ans is, what great-grandfather cares about the most is actually our mom. And now that mom is with Justin’s dad, great-grandfather is of course unhappy," Jack Thompson chid in from nearby.
Finally, Hank showed a look of sudden realization and nodded in agreent. "Just like how we initially disagreed with dad and mom being together."
"Then, would great-grandfather disagree with mom and dad being together? If, if great-grandfather disagrees, would dad and mom have to split up? Then wouldn’t all that ti dad spent chasing mom be wasted?"
Charlotte realized this and pouted her cheeks, murmuring to herself.
"Wow, isn’t dad too pitiful then, going back to being single again?" Hank exclaid dramatically.
Hearing this, a few of the kids exchanged glances in silent agreent, then shook their heads in unison.
Jas Thompson took in the reaction of the kids.
They really are a bunch of quirky kids!
At this point, over by Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson, the atmosphere in the living room was rather tense since the children, who could lighten the mood, had been taken away.
Mr. Thompson looked at the mild-mannered Justin Battleson in front of him and couldn’t help but snort coldly.
"Grandpa."
Charlotte called out, and if it were any other ti, she would probably have already sat down beside Mr. Thompson.
But this ti, with her brothers and Mr. Thompson present, Charlotte was still worried about Justin’s situation, so she stood by his side without moving an inch.
Her behavior made Mr. Thompson look over, which caused him to clear his throat again, with a heavier snort.
This clear hint made Charlotte sowhat helpless between laughter and tears.
Upon seeing this, Justin Battleson, who was holding Charlotte’s hand, also signaled her with a glance.
Charlotte could only let go of Justin’s hand and walked towards Mr. Thompson: "Grandpa, don’t be angry."
"I’m not angry," said the old man.
Mr. Thompson glanced at Charlotte and then caught a glimpse, with the corner of his eye, of Jordan Thompson who was watching the excitent on the side, and imdiately commanded: "Jordan Thompson, co here!"
Jordan, who had been planning to slip away to grab his electric bass, stiffened in fear when Mr. Thompson called him out, but he quickly moved to Mr. Thompson’s side.
"Uncle Thompson, I’m right here."
"Go brew a pot of tea," Mr. Thompson ordered after looking at the smiling Jordan.
Thinking it was sothing endangering his life, and upon hearing it was just making tea, Jordan sighed in relief internally.
"Uncle Thompson, please wait a mont, I’ll be right there."
Charlotte glanced over towards Jordan, then turned her gaze back to Mr. Thompson. Just as she was about to say sothing, Justin’s voice preempted her.
"I’m sorry, Uncle Thompson."
"Since you know you’re sorry, you should also be clear on how to seek forgiveness," said Mr. Thompson, though his expression had softened slightly after hearing Justin apologize on his own initiative.
He had been waiting for these words from Justin Battleson.
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