"You little girl, you still know I'm your grandfather."
Mr. Thompson stretched out his hand to touch Charlotte's long hair. Although his words seemed reproachful, his tone was devoid of any blame, filled instead with indulgence.
"Do you know how worried I was when I saw the news?"
"Sorry, Grandpa, but I didn't tell you right away because I was afraid you'd worry."
Charlotte said softly, looking up in Mr. Thompson's arms.
"Did you know that I would be even more worried if I found out by myself?" Mr. Thompson questioned Charlotte then immediately checked on her.
"Charlotte, are you hurt anywhere?"
"Grandpa, don't worry, I'm not hurt, and the kids are fine too." Charlotte shook her head, immediately reassuring Mr. Thompson.
"But what exactly happened? You have to tell me everything, don't hide anything, understand?"
"Grandpa, I'll tell you slowly, let's go back first."
Since Mr. Thompson had come to her personally, Charlotte naturally had no reason to hide anything.
