"Who would have thought Uncle would renege, even though he’d clearly lost, he didn’t admit it. He tried to punish by making eat his terrible cooking from today, saying if I didn’t finish it all, he’d throw outside as soon as Mommy got ho."
While saying this, Hank Thompson hinted to Grace Thompson, who was standing next to Charlotte Thompson.
Imdiately understanding, Grace Thompson tugged on Charlotte Thompson’s hand and nodded obediently.
"Mommy, I promise what big brother said is true."
"Mm-hm, Mommy, don’t ever bla Uncle. It’s all my fault."
Hank Thompson rushed forward to defend Jordan Thompson, but it was evident in his desperate actions.
Jordan Thompson sat dumbly on the couch, akin to a statue.
When Charlotte Thompson calmly asked Grace and Hank to leave, and even locked the door, only then did he react.
He quickly attempted to hide, trying to escape Charlotte’s pursuit.
"I...I, uh, sis, there’s chicken soup simring on my stove. You just got back, you should have so. Let call the housekeeper, and then I’ll serve it to you, just wait."
Jordan Thompson hurriedly ran towards the door, moving faster than if his feet were greased.
Before he got to the door, he heard Charlotte’s voice.
"Hold on."
Jordan Thompson froze. He stood where he was, awaiting Charlotte’s judgent.
His fingers skillfully intertwined like he was trying to form a Chinese knot.
"Sis, I was wrong."
Jordan Thompson admitted his fault before Charlotte could, causing her to forget what she was about to chastise him for.
"I was wrong, I swear I won’t ss with the kitchen things again, I won’t play gas with Hank anymore, I’ll set a good example and be a good uncle. I’ll love and help the kids grow up, sis, I was wrong."
Jordan Thompson got closer to Charlotte, cringing, flailing her hands around.
His deanor was that of an obedient kitten, and he didn’t forget to blink his eyes excessively.
"Goodness gracious..." Charlotte Thompson could hardly bear it. She quickly shook her hand to free herself and looked at him with so disgust.
"Alright, alright, stop acting. Hurry up and call the cleaning lady. Otherwise, this place will look like it has been bombed, and you’ll be sleeping here tonight."
Jordan Thompson finally breathed a sigh of relief at these words, cheerfully humming a tune as he walked out the door.
However, he caught Hank and Grace Thompson, the two little devils, eavesdropping at the door.
"Well, well, you two little slippery heads. I took my heart and soul to accompany you, play with you, and spend money on you, but you repaid by selling out!"
He spoke through gritted teeth, "Let’s see if I don’t force you to drink the chicken soup I made. If you don’t finish it, my last na isn’t Thompson!".
Jordan Thompson picked them up by the collars of their clothes, like chicks, and carried them into the kitchen.
Grace Thompson pulled a pitiful face, plaintively looked at Charlotte Thompson, who was laughing helplessly in the living room, and cried out.
"Help, help! He’s going to eat us! Co save us!"
"That’s enough, Jordan, put them down now. You should drink more of that chicken soup. I’ll cook sothing delicious for them later. You go call the cleaning lady now."
Charlotte Thompson poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and spoke in a leisurely manner.
Only then did Jordan Thompson drop the two of them and go call the cleaning lady.
Charlotte Thompson told them to go play while she started cooking sweet and sour fish in the kitchen. Just as she was about to lower the fish into the pot, a loud crash ca from the living room.
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