Tears welled up in her eyes, tinting them a slight red.
A sense of regret washed over Charlotte Thompson, she was clueless about how things had turned out this way. The problem she had been avoiding for a long ti was eventually confronting her.
Listening to what Henry Hudson was saying, she inexplicably started to waver. All that the children had done was right before her eyes - how could she not see their innermost desire?
Still hesitant, after a long silence, Charlotte finally heard her own voice say, "I don’t know what to do, I can’t afford to lose any more, I don’t want to gamble again. I can’t risk the children in a gamble."
Henry Hudson fell silent for a few seconds before finally saying, "This matter needs to be resolved, Charlotte. You can’t run away forever."
"In my heart, you can do it."
Charlotte suddenly felt a bitterness rise in her throat, unable to utter anything.
She knew in her heart that the children really did need a father, a complete family.
She laughed lightly, raising her head against the breeze, a wave of pain flashing across her sore eyes. She put on a faint smile and said softly, "Henry, it’s quite a coincidence. Justin Battleson is right in front of ."
At the end of her sentence, from the other side of the call, Henry Hudson didn’t show any surprise.
He knew Charlotte Thompson didn’t want to face the problem. They had quarreled for so many years, a single phrase from him wouldn’t easily resolve the matter: "Alright, if that’s the case, you should decide for yourself."
The wind rustled the leaves, their soft back-and-forth soothed the atmosphere.
Although they both had this matter at heart, they silently agreed not to bring it up again. After talking for a while, they fell into silence once more.
Henry Hudson chuckled lightly, "My advice is that you should really think about it. I still have so matters to tend to so I have to hang up."
"Beep, beep, beep..." Charlotte listened to the hang-up tone from the phone, her fingers stiff as she ended the call. Her heart felt heavy again, the wind couldn’t dissipate her current gloom.
Everything that had happened today exceeded her expectations. The words of Justin Battleson and Henry Hudson had disrupted her plans. Perhaps they were right; the children indeed needed a father and a complete family.
After gathering her thoughts, she slowly turned around. Traces of wavering lay in her heart, yet in the end, she didn’t reveal the answer, "I don’t want to discuss this anymore today. Let’s talk about it so other ti."
Just as the words ca out, they both heard the gentle footsteps. Grace Thompson ca running down from the upstairs. Seeing Charlotte Thompson’s sowhat desolate expression, she rushed over, grabbed her hand and began to gently shake it, "Mummy, what’s wrong? Did soone bully you? Grace will punish them."
After she finished speaking, Grace Thompson looked towards Justin Battleson, her expression a little troubled.
Seeing her child’s conflicted expression, Charlotte Thompson gave a small smile, patted her head, and crouched down to say, "Why did you co downstairs, Grace? Your brothers haven’t fallen asleep yet?"
At her words, Grace blinked a few tis, thought for a while and said, "Uncle said he was tired so he went to bed early. My brothers are still watching TV on the sofa, they are waiting for you to co back, Mum."
Charlotte paused for a mont, her finger gently brushed Grace’s nose, "I see, Grace. It’s cold outside, you should go back in."
Hearing this, Grace obediently nodded her head, her gaze covertly looked at Justin who was across from her. He was also looking at her.
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