Chapter 1293: Chapter 1293: Waiting for Her
"Mommy, did you not eat dinner yet? We’ve all been waiting for you to come home and start dinner! If Mommy is tired, Jack will give you a massage after dinner."
Jack Thompson held Charlotte Thompson’s hand, while Chad Thompson took hold of Charlotte’s other hand.
The two little ones walked one after the other, making their way into the villa.
"Wait a minute, it’s already this late, haven’t you all eaten dinner yet?" Charlotte immediately caught the key point in Jack’s earlier remark.
"We wanted to have dinner with Mommy, so we were waiting for Mommy," Olivia Thompson said obediently, nodding.
"How can that be alright? Mommy has said before that sometimes work is busy, so you should eat when it’s time, how can you delay mealtime just to wait for Mommy? This can affect your bedtime."
Charlotte Thompson said out loud.
When it’s dinner time, you should eat. Justin Battleson didn’t mention this, but aren’t her other brothers also here?
"Did your Daddy Justin come home?"
Usually, Justin Battleson works overtime frequently.
And when Charlotte asked about this, the children’s expressions all became hesitant.
"What’s the matter? Did something happen?" Charlotte was somewhat perplexed.
But before the children could answer, Charlotte had already led them into the villa.
As soon as Charlotte walked through the door, she saw her brother, Jonathan Thompson, collapsed on the sofa like a salted fish, his eyes lighting up upon seeing her.
"Charlotte, you’re finally back, I feel like I’m starving. Why didn’t you answer your phone?"
"I was almost home so I didn’t answer, but it’s so late now, you really don’t need to wait for me to eat. You’re starving like this, let alone the children."
Charlotte looked at Jonathan Thompson with some displeasure, but upon hearing her words, an expression of sadness and grievance instantly appeared on his face.
"My dear little sister, it’s a misunderstanding, it’s not that I didn’t want to eat. It’s Mr. Thompson who wouldn’t let us start, otherwise who would sneak near the kitchen to nibble on a meatball."
Jonathan Thompson complained, then raised his eyebrows towards Hank Thompson, "Isn’t that right? Hank?"
"Yeah, Mommy, Uncle Seven is right, I only stole one meatball, and Uncle Seven he took two."
Hank Thompson tugged at Charlotte’s sleeve with a wronged look, and after he finished speaking, he almost made Jonathan, who was drinking water on the sofa, choke to death.
"Hank Thompson! You really are my dear nephew."
Their noisy voices also attracted the rest of the people, and Mr. Thompson came downstairs at this time.
Seeing this, Charlotte Thompson hurried forward to help Mr. Thompson.
"Grandpa, how could you do this? It’s already so late, why didn’t you start dinner with the kids? How can your body take this, not to mention the children’s?"
Charlotte Thompson looked up at Mr. Thompson, her eyebrows twisted in exasperation.
But Mr. Thompson simply patted Charlotte’s arm in response.
"This young lady has the nerve to reproach others? You didn’t answer your phone, nor did you send any messages, as if you vanished from the face of the earth, how could this whole family, young and old, not worry?"
Taken aback by Mr. Thompson’s words, Charlotte, who still thought she was in the right, was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Grandpa..."
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Charlotte Thompson reached up and silently touched her nose.