"Mummy... is that okay?"
The children each blinked their puppy-dog eyes, looking at Charlotte Thompson innocently and pitifully.
Charlotte, helpless, held her forehead, "The beds at home won't fit everyone."
"It's all right, it's all right, we can sleep on the floor," Hank Thompson said, waving his hand dismissively.
"That's right, it's not cold now, sleeping on the floor won't make us sick," Grace Thompson chimed in to support the idea.
Charlotte really couldn't find a reason to rebut at that moment.
Just as Charlotte was about to give in, someone opened the door to the ward; everyone turned their heads to see Justin Battleson walk in.
Justin Battleson showed a hint of surprise when he saw Charlotte and the children.
He had intended to pick up Charlotte and Grace first and then go to the nursery to get the other children, but unexpectedly, the kids had arrived earlier.
"Daddy!"
