"You've come, but why did you bring gifts?"
Charlotte Thompson chuckled faintly. Unlike his cousin Oliver Hudson, Henry Hudson was warm-hearted, like sunshine in winter, bringing a sense of warmth to anyone.
"Well, I haven't seen them for a long time, and I also brought a special gift for you."
Henry Hudson glanced mysteriously at Charlotte. His smile became more evident, curling the corners of his mouth, his eyes sparkling.
Charlotte liked being around Henry; it felt like a cold-wary individual basking in the sunshine, heartwarming and unforgettable.
"Let's fetch them together then; seems like you got quite a bit."
Charlotte gave a faint smile, turning her head to look at the children, her expression gentle.
"You guys stay put. Aunt and Uncle Henry will fetch the presents. But if you guys misbehave, none of you will get anything."
Charlotte spoke edgily as if threatening, squinting her eyes. Surprisingly, the children were not scared.
