Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Big Brother is Big Brother
They were born in Ashton, never had to worry about food or clothing from an early age. Although they never had the role of a father in their life, the love their uncles showered on them absolutely surpassed paternal love.
Therefore, they naturally didn’t hold much hope for this never-met father.
Hank Thompson extended his elbow, nudging Chad Thompson beside him, who was leaning against him, about to doze off, with eyelids bordering on shutting.
Seeing this, Hank sighed, portraying an attitude of ’heaviness falls unto those chosen by heavens’.
Hank, with a slightly exaggerated lift of his head, lamented, "Big brother, those who only know to sleep cannot accomplish great things. Hence, this matter should be decided by us, the immortals."
By this time, Cyrus Thompson had put down his tablet.
He got off his bed, took a few steps back, found a small blanket to cover Olivia Thompson and Grace Thompson, who were already asleep, before he was willing to raise his eyes to look at Hank.
Well...
A gaze that seemed to regard him as an imbecile.
Not terribly damaging, but extremely insulting!
Hank was hot-headed, this young man’s hairs stood up in anger.
He got off the bed, stepped beside his big brother in slippers, complaining discontentedly, "Big brother, what I said wasn’t wrong."
Cyrus Thompson raised his hand gently, waking up Chad and Jack Thompson. To avoid waking the two younger sisters, he lowered his voice and said to them, "Go back to your rooms and sleep, it’s getting late."
Watching the two of them leave in a daze, Cyrus helplessly turned back to his silly younger brother, "Hank, if you don’t want to be late and punished by standing again tomorrow, then immediately go back to your room and sleep."
Hearing this, Hank, who was initially ready to retort, saw the determined look in his big brother’s eyes, swallowed his words immediately, briskly turned, and walked out the door.
The movements were fluid.
A big brother is a big brother, settled by a single sentence.
The night deepened and the lights in the villa gradually went out, leaving an ambiance of tranquility and peace.
The next day.
The curtain was "whooshed" open, the dimly lit hall finally brightened, the morning sun rose outside, and there were occasional birdsong coming from the distance.
Cyrus Thompson was the first to wake up. After he finished washing up, the nanny had just served breakfast - soft bread accompanied by fragrant and rich milk.
Almost at seven, the children one after another crawled out of their beds, and after washing up, sat at the table.
"Big brother, have you thought about what happened last night?"
Hank Thompson leaned his head over, sneaky and whispering.
His eyes were smiling, also revealing a bit of expectation.
But their big brother casually swallowed a mouthful of milk, each movement elegant beyond imagination.
He glanced at his silly little brother, and with an expressionless face, counter-questioned, "Does this kind of thing need thinking?"
As soon as the words fell, the living room door was pushed open, and a man slowly came in from outside, carrying a bit of the chill from the early morning.
Chad Thompson raised his head for a glance, he nodded slightly, respectfully saying, "Uncle."
Since the time Charlotte Thompson returned to Druarus, the task of picking up and dropping off the kids fell onto Henry Thompson.
Henry Thompson was the eldest brother of the Thompson family’s grandchildren, and was very fond of Charlotte Thompson, naturally willing to take on this responsibility.
Moreover, these children, he had watched them grow up from a young age, and loved them dearly.
Henry Thompson strode towards them, he smiled a little looking at Chad Thompson, giving him a nod.
Then, Henry Thompson sat down next to Cyrus Thompson.