Jas Reed’s words only fueled more anger in Ethan Seymour’s heart: "Do I need him to co ho? I cut ties with him a long ti ago. Doesn’t he want to disgust us? Then let him suffer the consequences! Let’s see whose reputation is tarnished when no one attends his engagent banquet!"
After venting his anger, Ethan Seymour saw that Jas Reed was about to speak and glared at him fiercely, snapping, "Don’t plead on his behalf anymore!"
Jas Reed’s mouth moved slightly, but in the end, he could only agree helplessly, "I understand, Dad."
"Alright, just focus on your engagent banquet. It’s going to be live-stread soon, make sure nothing goes wrong," Ethan Seymour advised.
Did that bastard Charles Seymour think that he could lure him in with such sches?
He co over voluntarily?
Charles Seymour’s calculations were wrong; he wouldn’t do it!
Isn’t Charles Seymour always so tough?
He wanted to see if Charles Seymour would be humiliated when his engagent banquet was held without him!
Ethan Seymour couldn’t help but raise his voice when he saw Jas Reed about to speak again, "What now?"
This son of his was good in every way, except for his soft heart, always yielding to that beast.
Did Jas really think that beast would appreciate his kindness?
So people are simply beyond pity.
"Dad, grandpa and grandma haven’t arrived yet," Jas Reed reminded softly.
"They should be on their way; it’s not ti yet," Ethan Seymour replied.
"But... hmm, let’s wait a bit longer then." Jas Reed obviously swallowed back his words and said sothing else instead, making Ethan Seymour quite uncomfortable, "Just say what you want to say, why are you hesitating?"
"I was thinking, will grandpa and grandma go to big brother’s place?" Jas Reed said and then felt he had said too much, awkwardly laughing, "Actually, since mom and dad are with , it’s okay if grandpa and grandma go to big brother’s..."
"Okay for what?" Ethan Seymour angrily interrupted Jas Reed, "Your grandparents promised to attend your engagent banquet today. I’ll go check at the entrance."
"Dad, if grandpa and grandma go to big brother’s, don’t argue with them, alright? Don’t upset them," Jas Reed hurriedly urged Ethan Seymour.
"You!" Ethan Seymour gestured in the air, both angry and appreciative, scolding, "Even now, you’re still thinking of others, really... you kid."
Jas Reed smiled, saying nothing more, and his understanding and considerate deanor made Ethan Seymour quite satisfied.
He said to Old Mrs. Wilson, "Please rest here for a while. I’m going to see if my parents have arrived."
"Alright," Old Mrs. Wilson nodded in acknowledgnt.
Ethan Seymour hurriedly left the venue, simultaneously dialing Old Mr. Seymour’s phone. As soon as the call connected, he impatiently asked, "Dad, where are you?"
"In the parking lot of the Imperial Hotel." Old Mr. Seymour’s words made Ethan Seymour sigh in relief, "You’re finally here. I’ll co downstairs to pick you up."
"No need," Old Mr. Seymour refused.
"Why not? I’ll pick you up, so you don’t have to show the invitation," Ethan Seymour said.
The engagent banquet was invitation-only, otherwise, wouldn’t anyone be able to sneak in?
That would be chaotic.
"Invitation?" Old Mr. Seymour asked in confusion.
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