"No worries, sis, Justin Battleson tried to probe me, but you know how tight-lipped I am! Grace and Cyrus were about to go out earlier, but I sent them back, they definitely didn't see anything!"
Jordan Thompson thumped his chest, looking particularly pleased with himself.
He craned his neck, anticipating Charlotte Thompson's praise.
However, all he received was Charlotte's heavy expression.
Even though Jordan said so, Charlotte was still not entirely at ease.
She glanced at the children playing around in the living room. For a moment, her heart was filled with a medley of emotions.
"Dinner is almost ready. I'll tidy up a bit. Later, would you mind taking care of them during dinner? I have to see Mr. Battleson."
Jordan, who had been sneaking some fruit, nearly choked on a grape when he heard Charlotte's words.
He looked up at Charlotte, completely perplexed.
"Sis, why would you want to see him? I worked so hard to drive him away for you."