"I've already scolded your little Uncle. I warn you now, if you sneak off and wander about again, I'll throw you all into the sea." Charlotte Thompson's face held a stern expression, brooking no argument.
Knowing they were wrong, the children hung their heads in silence.
Even though they understood that Charlotte was just flying off the handle, none of them dared to talk back.
After a while, the tense atmosphere was somewhat eased by the innocent voice of a child.
"Mommy, we know we were wrong. We absolutely won't dare do it again."
Hank Thompson had the best sense of reading the room, observing that Charlotte's "anger" wouldn't last very long, he secretly rejoiced.
He brazenly approached Charlotte's face and began to throw a tantrum. As he spoke, he suddenly knelt on the ground with a 'thud'.
Charlotte was shocked by his sudden 'thud'.
This boy, where did he learn to apologize like this?
In the end, he was her flesh and blood, and Charlotte couldn't help but soften.