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"I’m afraid Grandma might bla ,"

Charlotte looked up at Jasmine Clarkson, her tone filled with a hint of caution.

"Silly girl, how could I ever bla you?"

Jasmine opened her mouth with a laugh, then turned her gaze towards Justin Battleson, "If Grandma has to bla anyone, it should be this stinky boy."

"Grandma, didn’t I bring Charlotte back?" Justin couldn’t help but protest.

"If you hadn’t brought Charlotte back, you wouldn’t be welco at Stardust Garden anymore," Jasmine gave Justin a stern look.

Then, turning to Charlotte, she said, "If Justin ever bullies you again, just tell Grandma, and I will teach him a lesson for you."

Charlotte felt a warmth in her heart, but Justin looked aggrieved: "Charlotte..."

Charlotte giggled, then turned and said, "Didn’t everyone start begging to see their great-grandmother since yesterday? How co no one is coming out now?"

Upon hearing this, Jasmine quickly turned her attention that way: "Oh, let have a look at the little ones."

Grace Thompson naturally was the first to run up, she looked up at Jasmine, then adorably called out.

"Great-grandma!"

This single word seed to lt Jasmine’s heart, and she imdiately picked up Grace in her arms.

"Ah!" Jasmine eagerly responded.

Now all the little kids had gathered around Jasmine, calling out "great-grandmother," leaving Jasmine almost at a loss for words.

"Very good, very good,"

Jasmine looked at the six adorable children in front of her and was at a loss for how to praise them all at once.

"Great-grandma, this is a gift we prepared for you."

Grace took sothing out of her little bag and handed it to Jasmine.

"Great-grandma, I have sothing for you too."

"And one from ."

"This is my gift to you, Great-grandma!"

The other children also crowded around, each eagerly waiting for Jasmine’s praise, like competing for her affection.

"Great-grandma loves them all, loves all of them," Jasmine said as she began looking at the little gifts prepared by the children.

"Go on in quickly, don’t stay outside," the butler, watching this scene, was in high spirits too.

"Right, I forgot, let’s hurry up and get the children inside," Jasmine said as she suddenly rembered and lead the children indoors.

In the living room, several little ones stood in a row, starting to introduce themselves.

"Hello great-grandparents, my na is Cyrus Thompson," As the eldest of the six children, Cyrus naturally spoke first.

He was calm and composed, and Jasmine noticed that right away.

"Cyrus’s character is just like Justin’s, and he looks like him too," Jasmine couldn’t help but remark, then rcilessly started to tease Justin.

"But Cyrus seems to be much more sensible than Justin at his age, who was as stubborn as a mule and wouldn’t listen to anything."

Hearing this description, Charlotte couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.

Justin wore a look of helpless resignation, pressing his fingertips to his forehead.

It seed his image of a tall, noble father was about to completely collapse in the eyes of his children today.

"Hello great-grandma, my na is Hank Thompson," Hank spoke up with a mischievous grin, his cheeky deanor naturally endearing, causing Jasmine to nod in satisfaction.

Grace ran directly in front of Jasmine, latching onto her arm and gently swaying it, as if acting coyly.

"Great-grandma, my na is Grace,"

"Such a good girl, Grace looks just like Charlotte, beautiful," Jasmine nodded in approval, touching Grace’s little braided head.

"Grace was so excited to see you, she stood in front of the mirror for over an hour getting dressed this morning," Charlotte chid in.

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