Chapter 656: Chapter 656: Mommy Don’t Cry
"Mummy, why did the police uncle take you away?"
"Mummy, did we run out of money, so you had to steal to support us?"
The speaker was the usually mischievous Grace Thompson.
Charlotte Thompson laughed lightly and flicked her on the forehead, chiding, "What on earth are you thinking about, kiddo?"
Afterwards, she explained, "Mummy had a bit too much to drink and drove, which is considered drunk driving. That’s why the police uncle took me to the station and gave me a talking-to."
She gave her children a reassuring look and then comforted them, "Mummy’s right here and perfectly fine."
Upon hearing her words, all the children’s eyes widened in surprise.
Cyrus Thompson, being the eldest, was more informed about the severity of drink-driving. He frowned and scolded, "Mummy, you’re an adult. You should know better than to drink and drive. Not only will the police uncle scold you, but accidents can happen."
"Yeah," Hank Thompson chimed in with wide eyes and pouted lips, "It’s so dangerous. What would we do if something happened to you, Mummy?"
Charlotte pursed her lips and listened quietly to her children lecturing her, a warmth slowly creeping into her heart.
Once Hank had finished speaking, the smallest one, Chad Thompson, who was tugging at Charlotte’s sleeve, spoke up in a worried tone, "Mummy, you can’t do this again. You have to go out safely and come back safely because we will always be here waiting for you."
Forever?
Charlotte turned to look at Chad, who was pursing his little mouth, and Jack Thompson, who was nodding in agreement.
As for her, ’forever’ was too far away.
Adam Ross would be waiting for them to return, to recognize their ancestors and find their roots.
Thinking about this, the tears that Charlotte had held back just a half an hour ago welled up once again. Before she could say anything, they fell down her cheeks in a heavy stream.
Dripping onto the back of her hand, they were incredibly hot.
Seeing this, all the children froze. They anxiously exchanged glances and tried to offer some comforting words, "Mummy, did we upset you? Don’t cry, Mummy. We’ll stop talking."
Thinking they might have said something to upset Charlotte, they tried all means to comfort her.
The closest to her, Chad, seeing her like this, had tears welling up in his eyes as he immediately embraced her. His soft, lotus-like arms wrapped around Charlotte’s neck.
His fluffy head rubbed against her pale and tear-streaked cheek, his voice choked with emotion.
"Mummy, don’t cry. We’re all here. We’ll always be with you."
An inexplicable emotion swelled up from within her, as if all the anxiety and distress of the past few days were erupting all at once. Sobbing hard, Charlotte turned and hugged Chad’s small body.
Behind them, Jordan Thompson stood in silence.
He knew why Charlotte was crying. Seeing both mother and son crying, he couldn’t bear to look at them and turned his gaze away, his eyes slightly reddening.
Charlotte was right. Nobody knew better than him how much she didn’t want to part ways.
Jordan had spent the second most time with the children next to Charlotte. He alone knew how terrified Charlotte was of losing the children she considered more precious than her own life during those nights when she fought desperately to pull them from the jaws of death.
After some time, Charlotte’s cries subsided. She let go of Chad, wiped the tears from his face, and tried to smile through her own tears, "Mummy’s okay. All of you should go to bed now."
Standing up, she signaled Jordan to take the children to bed.
He nodded and led the children away.
Teary and somewhat dizzy, Charlotte lumbered to her room, closed the door behind her, and collapsed onto her bed.