"Mom, I thought you wanted to reconcile with Jas and his family, but you..." Ethan Seymour tried to struggle a bit more, but Old Mrs. Seymour wouldn’t give him the chance. "We never acknowledged them from the beginning, for them, you even severed ties with Charles. Do you think we’d reconcile? It was impossible before, and now it’s even more impossible!"
Old Mrs. Seymour’s words made Ethan Seymour’s head buzz, he looked at her in discomfort, asking in a trembling voice, "Mom, why are you so heartless? Must you make things difficult for ?"
Old Mrs. Seymour stared at Ethan Seymour, seeing his utterly shaless deanor, she was furious, her chest ached.
"Hm, you’re really in a bind," Sophie Wilson nodded knowingly, "Having an affair during the marriage, a child out of wedlock was born, you drove the first wife to despair and neglected the legitimate child, and even married the mistress without giving the illegitimate child a proper status."
"Clearly you wanted nothing to do with the legitimate child, yet now seeing he’s capable, you instantly rush to cozy up. Cozy up all you want, but you insist on doing it with a high and mighty attitude, you really are having a hard ti!" Sophie Wilson deliberately stressed the words "hard ti," like a slap directly at Ethan Seymour’s face.
"Capable?" Ethan Seymour sneered, his disdainful gaze fell upon Charles Seymour’s face, looking at Charles’s expressionless face made him nauseous.
Who knows how this creature grew up, not even a hint of expression, his Jas is still better.
"So many people were invited by him? What a joke!" The more Ethan Seymour talked, the more uncomfortable he felt, "I know you all are ganging up against , aren’t those people from the training camp connected to my elder brother?"
Ethan Seymour surely knew, his elder brother spent a lifeti in the training camp, even though he retired, didn’t he still have connections?
"Dad, you are really my biological dad." Ethan Seymour glared at Old Mr. Seymour and said resentfully, "Back then, my elder brother didn’t help at all, now that little punk is engaged, you let my elder brother bring so many people to support him! What do you take for?"
Julian Campbell was so shocked his eyes nearly fell out. How co he didn’t know his grandfather had such prowess?
This Ethan Seymour was too much, speaking as if his grandfather had ever pulled any strings for him; didn’t he go into the entertainnt industry on his own?
Even he, the legitimate grandson, never thought of relying on connections for shortcuts, why was Ethan Seymour so brazenly self-righteous?
"Think whatever you want," Old Mr. Seymour had given up any hope for Ethan Seymour, sighing lightly.
"Dad, you..." Ethan Seymour felt as if he had punched a pillow, this sense of hitting air was unbearably uncomfortable.
Julian Campbell quickly went over to support Old Mr. Seymour, fearing his great-grandfather would be angered by Ethan Seymour.
Ethan Seymour had a belly full of words, but seeing Old Mr. Seymour’s indifferent attitude, he couldn’t utter a single word.
This feeling was truly suffocating.
So suffocating he wanted to hit soone!
After giving Ethan Seymour group a glare, Sophie Wilson quickly walked up to Charles Seymour, held his hand, silently comforting him, afraid he would be hurt by Ethan Seymour’s provocations.
Then, Sophie Wilson distinctly felt her palm itch slightly, realizing what was happening, she turned incredulously, staring at the earnest Charles Seymour beside her, this guy.
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