After coaxing Grace Thompson to sleep, Charlotte Thompson cautiously left the bedroom.
Perhaps it was due to Justin Battleson's arrival today that the children were in such high spirits. They were usually restless and unwilling to sleep, but now, aside from Grace who had obediently gone to sleep, all of the kids were playing in their rooms.
"Brother, wouldn't it be wonderful if Justin Battleson became our father? He usually looks so stern, but he pays a lot of attention to the little things. He even knows what we like to eat and what we don't."
Grace, while tugging at the ears of a little rabbit in her arms, voiced out her thoughts with a tender tone, completely resembling a child petulant.
Hearing her words, Hank Thompson, who was playing with Lego blocks, paused a moment, lowered his brow and eyes, and then adopted an obediently approving look, his tone softening in agreement.