Charlotte Thompson looked at those not-so-friendly comnts, sighed, and her just relaxed brows furrowed again tightly.
Realizing her child was around, she forced out a smile quickly, and then threw her phone far away, as if this could distance her from those nasty comnts.
Before she could open her mouth to hide her emotions, Jordan Thompson had already brought a stool to sit down and even washed so grapes for himself.
He said, "Stop looking. Why bother about what these internet trolls say? So of them don’t even know who you are, and yet they feel free to criticize you online."
The kids puckered their little mouths and looked confused when they heard what Jordan said.
"What’s wrong with mommy?" Grace Thompson asked softly, but Hank Thompson nudged her arm to signal her to be quiet.
Grace couldn’t help but cry, "Ouch, bro, why are you nudging ?"
Her pitiful little baby voice and her pouty lips were too adorable.
"Don’t say anything for now." Hank being the older brother understood more and signaled Grace.
Grace was confused, but Olivia Thompson pulled her away to keep her from bickering with Hank.
On the other side, Cyrus Thompson swiftly reached for Charlotte’s phone by the bedside and started to look through it.
Charlotte was startled and before she could prevent him, Cyrus had already unlocked her phone. She could only call out in resignation, "Cyrus!"
"Bro, what’s on mommy’s phone?" The kids quickly gathered around.
Hank glanced at it and couldn’t hold back any longer, rubbing his hands in anticipation and muttering about taking care of those people.
"Soone online is slandering mommy," Cyrus sumd it up after seeing the siblings looked sowhat understanding.
His serious look was exactly like Justin Battleson’s, who was standing to one side barely holding back his laughter.
"Who is it? Let and big bro beat them up!" As soon as Grace heard this, she was as restless as her second brother.
The sight of the little girl puffing up with rage, not even able to put down her doll she brought from ho, was hard not to laugh at.
Olivia couldn’t control these two, while Cyrus just stood there, unmoved.
In his view, Hank was like a kindergartener who hadn’t grown up yet, and he wouldn’t be able to stop Grace. So he simply folded his arms and watched to see what storm they could stir up.
Seeing the kids causing a ruckus, Justin and Jordan set into motion quickly. Each of them tackled Grace and Hank first, then they let Charlotte calm down everyone.
Charlotte laughed so much that she couldn’t close her mouth until Justin called her: "Charlotte, quick, make them stop. They only listen to you."
Jordan’s voice ca from the other side: "My dear sister, please get my nice nieces and nephews to keep quiet. My ears are about to explode."
Thus, upholding the philosophy of ’saving a person’s life is more ritorious than building a seven-storey pagoda’, she utilized her parenting trick. On her order: "Kids, back to your seats, now."
The next second, the kids stopped running and making noise instantly. The ward suddenly beca tranquil, accompanied only by Charlotte’s triumphant laughter.
Jordan and Justin looked at each other, each hanging their heads in defeat and sighing.
Next, the kids scrambled onto Charlotte’s bed. So massaged her shoulders, so her feet, and so gave her a full massage.
Seeing Charlotte’s special treatnt compared to his and Justin’s, Jordan was instantly deflated.
"Gosh, sis, show the ’potion’ you’ve been giving them soti; I have to go buy so for myself."
Charlotte didn’t quite understand, and the kids were equally confused, wondering if their uncle had taken the wrong dicine.
"What he ans is that you’ve drugged the kids, otherwise how co they are so obedient," Justin poured Charlotte a glass of water and explained.
Finally, Charlotte understood: "Get outta here!"
She gave Jordan a couple of mock thrusts, showing her disdain.
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