As an older brother, Henry Thompson naturally felt pleased about the prospect of another man supporting Charlotte Thompson.
Although he hadn’t t Henry Hudson many tis, from what he knew, Hudson was definitely an excellent choice for Charlotte.
Upon hearing Thompson’s unequivocal affirmation, Hudson was taken aback, then was overco with joy. He grunted, pushing himself up in the bed, looking at Thompson gratefully. His voice was trembling with excitent.
"Big Bro..." Hudson, not usually given to emotional displays, opened his mouth and almost struggled to get two words out.
"Thank you."
Thompson responded with a slight smile, saying, "Henry, recover well. I look forward to your recovery."
Ergo, he stood up, glanced at his watch and said quietly, "It’s getting late, and my eting will begin soon. I will take my leave first, and co to see you another day."
Upon hearing this, Hudson nodded slightly and said politely, "Big bro, drive safe."
Exiting the ward, Thompson was lost in his thoughts about the situation. His eyes reflected his usual deep contemplation.
The hallway was deserted, so quiet that only his moderate footsteps echoed through it.
This was a hospital financed by the Thompson Family. Only those approved by the Thompson Family were allowed to stay in the wards on this floor.
This place boasted Druarus’s top dical teams and equipnt, and the Thompsons had invested a lot in it.
Turning a corner, he inadvertently glanced ahead, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
He paused in his stride, looking at the figure standing before him, he asked in surprise, "Justin Battleson? What are you doing here?"
The visitor indeed was Justin Battleson. He glanced at Thompson and imdiately said politely, "Mr. Thompson, I am here to see Charlotte."
He spoke arrogantly, his mannerism and aura unobscured.
Thompson instinctively checked his watch, frowning slightly.
Unexpectedly, in two minutes, Charlotte would be up on this floor, inevitably running into Justin.
This was not what Thompson wanted.
Thompson raised his head slightly and smiled, saying, "Mr. Battleson, how about we have a chat in the lounge?"
Upon hearing this, Justin was sowhat taken aback but did not refuse, imdiately replying, "I’d be happy to oblige."
In the hospital lounge.
Thompson poured a cup of tea, extending it to Justin. The latter declined with a slight wave of his hand. Hence, Thompson took a small sip of the tea and stated leisurely, "I know why you’re here today, and I understand what happened five years ago. Since Charlotte chose to cut off ties with you, as her older brother, I should respect and support her decision."
He opened his eyes wider, continuing, "Mr. Battleson, you’re a straightforward man. I’m not trying to beat around the bush, just want to tell you one thing."
"Don’t bother Charlotte in the future. Not only does she not like you, even if she did, the Thompson Family will never allow a man who once hurt her to stay by her side. Understand?"
After saying this, Thompson’s eyes grew sowhat darker.
In the business world, he wasn’t known for being kind. However, he wouldn’t allow the slightest risk when it ca to the Thompson Family and Charlotte.
To him, Justin Battleson was akin to a ti bomb next to Charlotte.
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