"We’ve located them, they are in the hospital too," Joshua Thompson spoke nonchalantly, glancing at his brothers before him.
"Let’s go straight to the hospital then."
Jason Thompson spoke slowly as he cautiously stepped into the SUV, followed by his brothers climbing into the vehicle.
The black vehicle softly passed through the fog, the lights faintly discernible within the mist, creating an aura of mystery.
"Do you think Charlotte would be surprised if she knew we were coming?"
"Wouldn’t it be because she’d be thrilled to see grandpa?" Joshua lightly lifted his eyelids, glancing at Jason Thompson whose face wore a serious expression.
"Humph, she’s been in Druarus for quite a while now and she hasn’t even sent a ssage."
Jason felt aggrieved, he took a glance at the heavy fog in the distance, feeling his emotions slowly spreading like a stain.
Charlotte Thompson was keeping a watch on Henry Hudson late into the night. She tried to check his temperature, which was normal. She didn’t know if he had been feverish because of an inflad wound.
"Brother, do you think Mommy will find out about us?"
"How could she? We asked the nurse to help us, we’re just in the next ward, Mommy would probably go to bed soon, it’s already very late, she won’t discover us."
Hank Thompson was crouching, as he slowly moved his and Grace’s body.
Cyrus Thompson originally wanted to join them in coming to see Henry Hudson late at night, but Hank gave him a once over, his uncoordinated limbs deed insufficient, and let him take care of the younger siblings instead.
"Ouch."
The crouching Hank unintentionally bumped into a hard thing in front of him.
"What’s wrong brother, what happened?"
Grace popped her small head out and spoke hurriedly. As she looked up, she saw a group of tall figures in front of them.
With her excellent night-vision she quickly recognized the familiar faces.
"Grace?"
Joshua recognized the familiar voice and subconsciously asked.
"Uncle?" Grace responded as she imdiately realized what was going on. She looked over at Joshua as he turned on the phone flashlight, illuminating their faces.
Only then did Joshua and his brothers clearly see the two children in front of them.
"Uncle, why are you here?"
Hank, overexcited, hopped into Joshua’s arms, followed by his brothers who eagerly joined them.
"Grace, Hank, where’s your mom?"
The chatter of the group soon drew Charlotte’s attention.
Not knowing whether she was hallucinating from lack of rest, she decided to investigate the noise, turning on her flashlight and walking towards it.
"Charlotte!"
Jake Thompson, seeing Charlotte approach, hastily forgot his grandfather’s orders and called out to her.
"Brother?" Upon hearing the voice, Charlotte instinctively stepped back. The bright light shone on her face, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Joshua turned the lampshade aside, opened the light, and spoke with a hint of apology.
"We were planning to surprise you, but it almost turned into a scare."
Charlotte laughed, happiness evident in her eyes.
"Charlotte?"
A puzzled voice echoed from the sickroom.
Turning back, Charlotte opened the door to find Henry propped against the wall, standing up. With a pale face, he looked sowhat anxious.
Joshua, Jake, and the others followed Charlotte into the room. Upon seeing the visitors, Henry looked visibly surprised.
What had he done to deserve a visit from all of the Thompson family?
He felt utterly overwheld.
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