"Mommy, did you not eat dinner yet? We’ve all been waiting for you to co ho and start dinner! If Mommy is tired, Jack will give you a massage after dinner."
Jack Thompson held Charlotte Thompson’s hand, while Chad Thompson took hold of Charlotte’s other hand.
The two little ones walked one after the other, making their way into the villa.
"Wait a minute, it’s already this late, haven’t you all eaten dinner yet?" Charlotte imdiately caught the key point in Jack’s earlier remark.
"We wanted to have dinner with Mommy, so we were waiting for Mommy," Olivia Thompson said obediently, nodding.
"How can that be alright? Mommy has said before that sotis work is busy, so you should eat when it’s ti, how can you delay alti just to wait for Mommy? This can affect your bedti."
Charlotte Thompson said out loud.
When it’s dinner ti, you should eat. Justin Battleson didn’t ntion this, but aren’t her other brothers also here?
"Did your Daddy Justin co ho?"
Usually, Justin Battleson works overti frequently.
And when Charlotte asked about this, the children’s expressions all beca hesitant.
"What’s the matter? Did sothing happen?" Charlotte was sowhat perplexed.
But before the children could answer, Charlotte had already led them into the villa.
As soon as Charlotte walked through the door, she saw her brother, Jonathan Thompson, collapsed on the sofa like a salted fish, his eyes lighting up upon seeing her.
"Charlotte, you’re finally back, I feel like I’m starving. Why didn’t you answer your phone?"
"I was almost ho so I didn’t answer, but it’s so late now, you really don’t need to wait for to eat. You’re starving like this, let alone the children."
Charlotte looked at Jonathan Thompson with so displeasure, but upon hearing her words, an expression of sadness and grievance instantly appeared on his face.
"My dear little sister, it’s a misunderstanding, it’s not that I didn’t want to eat. It’s Mr. Thompson who wouldn’t let us start, otherwise who would sneak near the kitchen to nibble on a atball."
Jonathan Thompson complained, then raised his eyebrows towards Hank Thompson, "Isn’t that right? Hank?"
"Yeah, Mommy, Uncle Seven is right, I only stole one atball, and Uncle Seven he took two."
Hank Thompson tugged at Charlotte’s sleeve with a wronged look, and after he finished speaking, he almost made Jonathan, who was drinking water on the sofa, choke to death.
"Hank Thompson! You really are my dear nephew."
Their noisy voices also attracted the rest of the people, and Mr. Thompson ca downstairs at this ti.
Seeing this, Charlotte Thompson hurried forward to help Mr. Thompson.
"Grandpa, how could you do this? It’s already so late, why didn’t you start dinner with the kids? How can your body take this, not to ntion the children’s?"
Charlotte Thompson looked up at Mr. Thompson, her eyebrows twisted in exasperation.
But Mr. Thompson simply patted Charlotte’s arm in response.
"This young lady has the nerve to reproach others? You didn’t answer your phone, nor did you send any ssages, as if you vanished from the face of the earth, how could this whole family, young and old, not worry?"
Taken aback by Mr. Thompson’s words, Charlotte, who still thought she was in the right, was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Grandpa..."
Feeling sowhat embarrassed, Charlotte Thompson reached up and silently touched her nose.
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