"Even if it’s not about a band, it must be related to that sort of thing."
Charlotte watched Jordan’s departing figure and couldn’t help but shake her head.
Then she slapped her forehead, finally rembering Jonathan, who had gone to challenge Justin Battleson alone.
Now that Justin had returned, where was Jonathan?
"Where’s Jonathan? You didn’t beat him to a point where he couldn’t stand up, right?" Charlotte was already bracing for the worst.
"Do you think your husband is that cruel?" Justin helplessly flicked Charlotte’s forehead.
Charlotte winced in pain, casting a sowhat reproachful look at Justin.
"Jonathan probably is..."
However, before Justin could finish speaking, Jonathan’s voice ca from the doorway.
"Justin Battleson, this ti I’m joining forces with Jordan. There’s no way we can’t beat you!"
Although he strode in with heads held high, the grass clippings on his clothes were hard to overlook.
Charlotte then glanced at the spotless Justin.
She could already imagine how one-sided the recent one-on-one confrontation had been.
But upon hearing Jonathan’s words, Charlotte tilted her head in confusion, "Jordan?"
"Justin Battleson, don’t think just because you’ve passed Mr. Thompson’s test, the rest of us will accept you with open arms."
Jonathan looked at Justin through gritted teeth, unable to believe how adept Justin was at fighting.
Therefore, after his swift defeat, Jonathan did not hesitate to contact the others back in Ashton.
"Jonathan, you didn’t bring Jordan and the others here, did you?" Charlotte asked, sowhat surprised.
"Jordan and the others have always wanted to see you. Naturally, they took this opportunity to co to Druarus as well."
Jonathan nodded, reaching out to ruffle Hank’s head, but Hank quickly dodged.
"If you press down on my head again, I won’t grow taller." Hank covered his little head, speaking earnestly.
"Nonsense, you’ll grow taller only if I touch it," Jonathan said with a restrained smile, reaching out his guilty hand towards Hank.
Scared, Hank imdiately pulled Cyrus, who was standing beside him, into the fray.
"Start with Big Brother then."
Cyrus shot a glance at Hank and quietly moved a few steps away from him.
Jonathan was amused by Hank’s reaction and then turned his attention back to Charlotte.
"They also miss these mischievous little tykes. They ca to see them as well."
"Great, the other uncles are coming too!" Grace clapped her hands joyfully, her eyes filled with anticipation.
"Aweso, more snacks!" Hank was also excited, forgetting to guard against the lurking Jonathan and getting caught right away.
"Uncle Jonathan, you ambushed !"
"Brat, don’t you know all’s fair in war?"
Suddenly, the house was filled with the children’s joyful laughter and chatter.
Charlotte leaned on Justin’s shoulder, smiling as she watched the kids roughhousing.
After that, she turned and walked over to sit down next to Mr. Thompson.
Justin quickly brewed a cup of tea for Mr. Thompson and handed it over.
Mr. Thompson took a look, accepted the cup, and took a sip, his eyes slightly squinting.
"When those rascal boys arrive, there won’t be a single quiet day. Girls are the best, both beautiful and quiet."
Mr. Thompson murmured, seemingly recalling so old mories, causing his gaze to dim slightly.
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