Chapter 858: Chapter 858

"These indecipherable bastards."

Jordan Thompson snorted coldly, "Sis, leave this matter to me."

Normally, Jordan might seem unreliable, but when it comes to Charlotte Thompson, it’s a different story entirely.

A common trait among the Thompson family members is their protectiveness.

After the Thompson family acknowledged Charlotte as one of their own, they looked into her past experiences and naturally developed a disdain for the Allen family.

But out of consideration for Charlotte, they hadn’t made a move against the Allen family members.

Otherwise, how could Ethan Allen still manage to keep a factory, and Emily Allen enter the entertainment industry?

"No need, I can handle this matter too." Charlotte’s hand rested on Jordan’s arm as she shook her head at him.

"Sis!" Jordan looked at Charlotte disapprovingly.

"If I had wanted to deal with the Allen family, I could have done so long ago," Charlotte reasoned.

"Sis, don’t tell me you’ve gone soft?" Jordan said somewhat indignantly.

Upon hearing this, Charlotte quickly shook her head, "I will never go soft on the Allen family again, I have my own way of handling this—you don’t need to worry."

"How can I not worry! Those shameless people from the Allen family keep harassing you, and now they’ve even started bullying my nephews and nieces! It’s absolutely despicable."

While speaking, Jordan crouched down to look at the two little girls whose eyes were swollen like walnuts, feeling incredibly distressed.

"This won’t happen again," Charlotte’s voice was ice-cold.

Jordan looked up, "Sis, just give the word, and I’ll take care of it. The Thompson family is not to be trifled with."

Seeing Charlotte nod, Jordan turned back and gently rubbed Grace Thompson’s little head, initially aiming to comfort her—but who would have thought it might upset Grace even more.

"Grace, what’s the matter?" Jordan anxiously inquired.

"Uncle, you messed up the braids Mommy made for me," Grace’s grape-like eyes tearfully looked at Jordan.

Jordan’s actions abruptly stiffened, then he tried to smooth down a few strands of Grace’s hair that were sticking up.

"How about Uncle braids a new one for you, okay?"

Though he said so, Jordan didn’t really understand these things—it was just that seeing Grace so upset, he instinctively tried to comfort her.

But the result can be guessed.

"Uncle made it uglier," Grace sniffled.

"Uncle, I’ve realized you really don’t know how to comfort girls," Hank Thompson commented from the side.

Jordan internally clenched his teeth.

Their family was all tough guys; when have they ever had to coddle such a delicate little girl?

So when they found out they had a daughter in their family, everyone was thrilled.

"Grace, don’t cry. Tell Uncle what you want, and Uncle will agree to anything, okay?"

Jordan carefully hugged Grace in his arms, the little girl being so soft that Jordan was afraid of hurting her by pressing too hard.

However, it seemed Grace was just waiting for Jordan to say this. She blinked, "Grace wants to braid Uncle’s hair."

She had been eyeing Jordan’s hair for a long time, and as for Grace’s other brothers, naturally, none had escaped.

"Ah?" Jordan was stunned.

So that was why he saw Hank with a small braid the other day, wasn’t it?

"Didn’t Uncle say that he would agree to anything Grace asks for?" Grace wrapped her arms around Jordan’s neck.

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"Alright, as long as Grace is happy, that’s good."