"Charlotte?"
Henry Thompson’s voice brought Charlotte Thompson back from her daze.
Charlotte blinked, responding belatedly, "Ah... What is it, big brother?"
"I said don’t worry, your big brother will help you investigate this thoroughly."
"Thank you, big brother."
"Why are you thanking , silly girl? This is what I should do. Don’t worry, with and the Thompson Family here, we won’t let anyone hurt you."
Henry’s words softened Charlotte’s heart.
Indeed, with her brothers and the Thompson Family behind her, even if the truth was beyond her expectations, Charlotte believed she could bear it.
Her previously anxious heart relaxed a bit at this mont.
After chatting with Henry for a few more words, Charlotte finally hung up the phone.
Charlotte couldn’t help but sigh lightly, placing her hand on her forehead.
At that mont, footsteps approached, and she was soon embraced.
"What’s wrong?"
Noticing Charlotte’s action, Justin Battleson gently asked.
Charlotte leaned her head against Justin’s shoulder naturally, "It’s nothing, just recalling so past things."
As she spoke, Charlotte placed her palm on Justin’s wrist wrapped around her waist and sighed softly.
"Those things from the past will never co back, whether it’s people or events, they’re unchangeable now."
"Yes, no matter what, the past is set, but in the future, I’ll be by your side."
Justin rested his chin on Charlotte’s shoulder, his eyes slightly lowered. His voice was gentle yet filled with undeniable determination.
"I know."
Charlotte nodded, then turned her gaze back to the children in the living room, watching their playful antics. A smile curved her lips.
"As long as I have you, and the kids, everything will be fine."
"Mommy, Daddy, co and see!"
Grace Thompson’s voice caught Charlotte’s attention, and she saw Grace half-kneeling on the carpet, excitedly waving to Justin and Charlotte.
The other kids were also sitting together, laughing and calling out to Justin and Charlotte.
Seeing this, Charlotte exchanged a glance with Justin and walked over to the children.
...
By the ti the kids finished their crafts, it was already late. Although the children were still full of excitent, Charlotte insisted that they wash up and go to bed.
"Mommy."
After coming out of the bathroom, Charlotte held Grace’s hand to take her back to the children’s room.
At the door, however, Grace tugged at Charlotte’s finger, stopping her.
"What’s wrong?"
Charlotte bent down, tidying Grace’s pajamas.
But Grace seed a bit hesitant. After a look of conflict appeared on her face, she awkwardly said:
"Mommy, if we go to the hospital tomorrow, can it just be and not the brothers going with us?"
Charlotte didn’t expect Grace to say this, so she tilted her head and gently asked, "Grace, why don’t you want them to go with you?"
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