One room, three beds, six children.
This sight warmed Charlotte Thompson's heart.
She covered each of them with a small quilt, turned up the air conditioning, and then stealthily exited the room.
It used to be like this in Ashton.
Unconsciously, she had been in Druarus for two months now, and it had been a long time since she had spent time with her children like this. She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
Just as she was stepping out of the room and the door quietly closed behind her, her phone, not far away, began to vibrate.
She went over to pick it up, her gaze falling on the flashing name, "Jordan Thompson."
Even through the screen, she could sense Jordan's urgent mood.
Charlotte couldn't help but smile, leisurely answering the call.
As expected, a pitiful, pleading voice came from Jordan through the phone's receiver.
"Sister, I really was wrong. I won't sneak around and do things without telling you anymore."