Fortunately, at this moment, another hand reached out, pinched the back of Jonathan's collar, and yanked him aside.
"Behave yourself."
The voice of James Thompson floated over. He emerged from behind Jonathan and, as he looked up, his gaze naturally fell upon Justin Battleson.
The crisp reflection of the spectacles refracted the sunlight pouring in, making it impossible to discern the expression in James's eyes.
Compared to Jonathan gritting his teeth in anger, however, James simply nodded indifferently towards Justin, then reached out to straighten Charlotte's hair, which had been somewhat disheveled by the wind.
"Grandfather and the children are all waiting for you to come back. Let's go inside."
Charlotte nodded at James and then turned to link arms with Justin Battleson.
