Chapter 404: Chapter 404 Love for Family, Is a Priceless Treasure.
Jack Thompson could no longer hold back his tears, which fell down like rain while he cursed vehemently.
"You’re not our father, you’re a big bad guy... wu... big bad guy."
Adam Ross opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Charlotte Thompson. She leaned over to take two tissues from the table and gently wiped the tears from Jack’s face.
She smiled helplessly, "No matter where you guys heard about it from, I promise, the story about chopping off someone’s fingers is absolutely a rumour, nothing more."
Chad Thompson turned to look at her, his eyes slightly red, he tried to ask tentatively, "Mommy, is what you said true?"
"It’s true, baby," Charlotte looked at him seriously and said, "I’ve known him for many years. Although he may be unkind and sometimes unreasonable, I need you to believe this is just a false rumour."
Her words were a mix of truth and falsehood, but Chad believed her, so he calmed down, a small curve emerging at the corner of his mouth.
Jack finally stopped crying, and Charlotte swiftly said to Chad, "Go wash your faces in the restroom, it’s uncomfortable with your wet faces."
Hearing this, Chad briskly nodded, got off his chair, and led Jack to the restroom.
Watching the two children walk away, Charlotte leisurely sipped her coffee. The man across the table finally raised his head and looked at her seriously for a moment, before he awkwardly spoke.
"Thank you."
"I’m not covering for you in order to hear your thank you." Charlotte put down the cup and looked directly at the man in front of her.
What Jack had said earlier was also partially true.
Back in the days when she was working at the Blue Tone Club, who didn’t know about Adam Ross?
Just mentioning his name would instantly associate him with being ruthless and brutal.
She continued, "I’m helping you because I don’t want my son, who I’ve raised for so many years, to be heartbroken. Imagine expecting a father for so long, only to find out he’s this kind of person. How would you feel if it were you?"
She laughed lightly and said, "I know that Mr. Ross is only interested in securing power and has little understanding of familial affection. But maybe one day you will understand."
Charlotte paused for a moment, leaned forward slightly and whispered, "Familial love is priceless."
Adam Ross held his cup, staring at her in silence.
A few minutes later, the two boys returned, hand in hand.
Jack’s eyes were still red, and he looked like a little white bunny. He sniffed and half-heartedly apologized, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you."
Chad felt a bit awkward, but he also took a cue from his brother and apologized sounding a bit uncomfortable.
Adam Ross’s heart was terribly moved, but still, more than anything, he was overwhelmed with boundless guilt and regret.
Seeing the children finally showing some affection towards Adam Ross, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled at them and sighed internally.
You see, no child genuinely hates their father.
Even if they had never met before.
Night gradually fell. The group of them stood outside the coffee shop, Adam Ross reluctantly looked at the children a few more times before turning to leave in his car.
The evening breeze was cool, but it was gentle and unbelievable. Adam Ross rolled down the window, letting the wind caress his face.
His feelings were a jumble, like a tangled thread knotted together.
The firm beliefs he had held previously fell apart the moment he saw his children.
Taking a deep breath, a suffocating feeling welled up in his chest.
Did he make many mistakes in the past?