"Ahem!"
Jason cleared his throat, and the two brothers imdiately halted their actions.
Jason stood up and walked up to Charlotte, a stern gaze on his face that instilled silence in his nephews.
"For such grown-ups, you sure lack manners."
Jordan and Jake wilted and lowered their heads, not daring to utter a word.
"It’s fine, Grandpa. They just love kids."
Seeing this, Charlotte quickly interjected to help defuse the situation.
Jason maintained his stern expression: "Good, they love kids. But from now on, no one is allowed to ddle."
"If anything were to happen to my great-grandchildren, I will kick him out of the Thompson family."
While speaking, his gaze rested longer on Jordan.
Jordan was the youngest in the family, with a lively and playful personality.
"Huh? Grandpa! Aren’t I your favorite?" Jordan faked a sad face.
"No, my favorite is Charlotte."
Jason didn’t spare Jordan’s feelings at all.
Jordan swallowed hard, "Well, I can’t argue with that. Sister Charlotte is number one!"
These words incited a wave of laughter from everyone.
The atmosphere in the hospital room beca much more jovial.
Due to an incident with Emily Allen and Mia Stewart, Charlotte had a threatened miscarriage and was ordered bedrest in the hospital for a few extra days.
All her seven brothers, and four uncles visited the hospital at every opportunity they got.
The luxurious hospital suite turned into a pampering Charlotte extravaganza.
"Sister Charlotte, do you like variety shows? There’s a popular one titled ’Youth With ’. All the boys and girls there are really outstanding!"
As Jordan spoke, he busied himself with flipping channels. Soon, the television screen filled with vibrant and energetic youngsters.
Felix was straightforward and cut to the chase.
"Aren’t you just trying to watch the cute girls? Stop using Charlotte as an excuse!"
Jordan argued back: "There are handso guys too! Sister Charlotte, do you like handso guys?"
Ah, well...
Charlotte was at a loss for words.
Who wouldn’t like handso guys?
But for so reason, whenever Jordan ntioned a handso guy, Justin Battleson’s face kept surfacing in her mind.
The solemn and stunning face with perfectly chiseled features that scread "keep off," exquisite yet untouchable.
Realizing her thoughts had veered off, Charlotte quickly shook her head.
"I like them all, but I’m a bit hungry at the mont."
As soon as her words fell, Joshua appeared, holding a plate of freshly prepared fruits.
"These are cherries, fresh off the air freight. I washed them myself. Try so."
Joshua held out a cherry to Charlotte’s mouth.
The cherry could easily be tasted with a simple parting of her lips.
It wasn’t because she didn’t want to do it herself, but her overprotective brothers were too excessive in their pampering that she didn’t have the chance to.
The sa went for her uncles.
Perhaps they felt a little regretful for not having known their sister, Sophia.
So, they transford their regret into adoration for Charlotte, doting on her more than their own children.
During her stay in the hospital, Charlotte had been wrapped in ceaseless affection. Sotis, she found herself convinced that even if she were to die right then, she’d die content.
But whenever she said sothing like that, her brothers would unanimously respond: "Heck, no!"
"Our Charlotte is so blessed, none of that ’die happy’ talk!"
"Right! Charlotte, you better live a long life, up to 107!"
"So I’d be an old witch? No, thank you!"
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