Chapter 663: Chapter 663: They are the bloodline of the Ross Family
"Adam Ross!"
Mr. Ross’s cane stomped hard on the ground, his aura suddenly becoming icy cold.
"The situation in the Ross family is increasingly disadvantageous to you. I’m saying all this for your good!" He paused then continued, "Moreover, this child is indeed a descendant of the Ross Family. There is no precedent in our family history for letting our bloodline be lost. Why is it that when it comes to you, it should be cut off?"
As his words fell, a touch of obscurity flashed through Adam’s eyes. He then looked up at the old man, his voice mixed with emotions, "Mr. Ross, if the child doesn’t want to, are you going to force him to go back?"
Behind him, the two children clenched Charlotte’s clothes in panic, tears still glistening on their faces.
Charlotte gently patted their heads in a calming manner, whispering reassurances, "Don’t worry, mommy won’t let anyone take you away."
As her words fell, her eyes suddenly reddened, and her voice slightly trembled.
The clever children suddenly understood. The unusual behavior of Charlotte the day before was probably due to this matter.
After a few seconds of silence, Chad seemed to have made a decision. He looked up at his younger brother.
Jack understood his intentions, his eyes determined as he nodded firmly.
Feeling her clothing gripped even tighter, Chad looked down to see the two children lifting their heads to look at her, speaking in unison.
"Mommy, we’ve decided. We won’t leave. We want to stay with you forever."
At their words, Charlotte stared down at their determined faces, her heart melting into a soft puddle.
On top of that, Mr. Ross’s icy gaze shot towards her, seeing past her disguise.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, sneering coldly, "Miss Thompson, what kind of potion have you fed these children that they refuse to leave with us?"
"Potion?" Charlotte scoffed lightly, gripping the children’s hands tightly, taunting, "There is no potion, only the difference between genuine affection and insincere performances. Do you think they are too young to distinguish between care and exploitation?"
Mr. Ross couldn’t stand to hear such words, anger flashing across his face. He was about to say something when Adam, who had been silent, interrupted him.
The man lowered his gaze, his expression obscure, "Mr. Ross, let’s call it a day."
"Austin."
His tone paused. At the same time, a bodyguard standing next to him bowed slightly in agreement, respectfully answering, "Present."
"Mr. Ross is tired, take him back."
Mr. Ross shot a piercing stare at him. At the same time, Jordan Thompson quickened his steps to catch up, nodded at Adam, and then stood next to Charlotte, bending down to pick up Jack, and with his other hand, led Chad away.
Charlotte looked at this farce before her one last time, hiding her inner turmoil, and then followed them out.
Watching them leave, Mr. Ross snorted coldly, glaring at Adam, "One day, your soft-heartedness will kill you."
"Mr. Ross."
Adam spoke in a flat tone. "Chad and Jack are my own flesh and blood. I would rather they never return to the Ross family than have you force them using such despicable methods."
He turned around, walking away while throwing back a comment filled with unidentifiable emotions.
"Austin, take him back."
Mr. Ross stormed away in the background, stamping his cane in frustration. Despite his unwillingness, he had no choice but to return to the old house.
After all this turmoil, Charlotte had lost the mood to continue playing, so Jordan considerately drove them away.