"No worries, sis, Justin Battleson tried to probe , but you know how tight-lipped I am! Grace and Cyrus were about to go out earlier, but I sent them back, they definitely didn’t see anything!"
Jordan Thompson thumped his chest, looking particularly pleased with himself.
He craned his neck, anticipating Charlotte Thompson’s praise.
However, all he received was Charlotte’s heavy expression.
Even though Jordan said so, Charlotte was still not entirely at ease.
She glanced at the children playing around in the living room. For a mont, her heart was filled with a dley of emotions.
"Dinner is almost ready. I’ll tidy up a bit. Later, would you mind taking care of them during dinner? I have to see Mr. Battleson."
Jordan, who had been sneaking so fruit, nearly choked on a grape when he heard Charlotte’s words.
He looked up at Charlotte, completely perplexed.
"Sis, why would you want to see him? I worked so hard to drive him away for you."
Charlotte shook her head, not saying much more. She just reminded Jordan to keep a close eye on the children later and not to let them outside.
She knew very well what kind of person Justin Battleson was. If he saw the children, who knows what could happen.
At this mont, Mr. Battleson was standing outside the door as always.
Many scenes flashed through his mind. Like fragnts of a film, they confused him for a mont.
Jordan’s hostility towards him was sure not without reason.
Those two children...
Justin Battleson’s main concern was always this.
However, judging from the way Jordan interacted with the children, it seed like they were intimate and familiar with each other—not strangers at all.
He rembered what the receptionist had told him—that those children had co themselves, claiming to be his children.
His children?
Justin Battleson himself knew that he hadn’t had any fleeting affairs over the years and wouldn’t have had children with anyone.
But the receptionist also ntioned that the child looked very similar to him, and from the surveillance video, the relationship between Charlotte and the children seed quite unusual.
He took another look at the tightly closed door and thought, perhaps he would just co back later.
However, as soon as he turned around to leave, he heard the door open.
He turned back instinctively and was t with Charlotte’s gaze, coming right at him.
She was in a white T-shirt and jeans, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail—very refreshing and straight-forward.
Charlotte glanced at Justin Battleson standing in the doorway, then smiled faintly and began to speak in a gentle voice, "Mr. Battleson, my brother told you were looking for . Is sothing wrong?"
Without her professional suit, Charlotte looked less formal and more casual and friendly.
For a mont, Justin Battleson was so stunned that he just stared at her. He pursed his lips and began to speak in a low voice, "I heard from the receptionist that you took the children away."
"Hmm?" Charlotte feigned ignorance and asked, blinking. There was a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes.
"It seems that you didn’t bring them to the police station."
Sensing Charlotte’s confusion, Justin Battleson added more context.
Of course! How could he, a man as cautious as he was, be negligent?
"It’s not good to stand in the doorway. Mr. Battleson, would you like a cup of coffee?" Before Justin Battleson could agree, Charlotte spoke again, "Let’s talk about this in the café downstairs. I did take the children away, but I think Mr. Battleson, after waiting for so long, would want to ask more than just that, right?"
Justin Battleson didn’t speak. He simply nodded silently.
The deep dark pupils of his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an elusive hint of emotion.
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