Looking down at Charles Seymour seriously massaging her hand, Sophie Wilson felt all the salt in the ocean of her heart had turned to sugar; just a taste, and it was sweet enough to make her teeth ache!
"Since they left so easily, they must have gone to think of another plan." Since Mr. Seymour cared so much for her, of course Sophie Wilson had to think more about him. "Could they have gone to find Grandpa?"
"Jas Reed would think of that." Charles Seymour said calmly, one sentence fully explained how well he understood both Jas Reed and Ethan Seymour.
It also showed even more clearly just how disdainful he was of dealing with that family.
"Always tattling, no matter how old they are and still think they’re three-year-olds?" Sophie Wilson snorted disdainfully, then asked Charles Seymour, "What if Grandpa scolds you?"
Charles Seymour hadn’t even considered that possibility, which was why Sophie’s question caught him by surprise.
His reaction made Sophie laugh, reach out, pinch his nose, and shake it gently: "Of course I won’t let Grandpa scold you."
"If they go to Grandpa, they’ll definitely just end up getting scolded." Sophie Wilson’s mischievous smile made Charles Seymour look at her dotingly, "Naughty."
He didn’t even need to ask; it must be sothing Sophie was up to again.
On the other side, when Ethan Seymour and Jas Reed rushed to Old Mr. Seymour’s house, they didn’t even have ti to say a word before Old Mr. Seymour started berating them: "You actually dared to call Charles a brat! If Charles is a brat, what am I? An old brat? Is that why I raised a brat like you, huh?"
"I..."
"What ’I’? Do you dare say you didn’t call Charles that?" Old Mr. Seymour imdiately interrupted Ethan Seymour’s attempted defense, "Should I play the recording for you right now?"
Ethan Seymour was so furious his eyes widened; that little brat actually recorded it just now?
"Dad, I was slapped by that little bitch Sophie Wilson." Ethan Seymour showed his slightly swollen left cheek to Old Mr. Seymour, "She actually hit , she..."
"Well done!" Old Mr. Seymour praised happily, "If you ask , she didn’t hit you hard enough! She should have hit you harder! Serves you right!"
"Dad..." Ethan Seymour stared at Old Mr. Seymour in disbelief, "Whose dad are you exactly?"
"I don’t have a son who insults my grandson!" Old Mr. Seymour scolded angrily.
"Dad, you’re being unreasonable, you..." Ethan Seymour rattled off grievances while Jas Reed stood by frowning incessantly.
If Ethan Seymour continued to speak like this, their visit here would be completely useless, leaving them only to suffer humiliation.
Thinking of this, Jas Reed knew he couldn’t let things continue in this direction, so he quickly intervened, "Dad, please calm down."
Speaking of this, Jas Reed felt annoyed, hating Ethan Seymour’s incompetence.
They had agreed on the way there not to get angry, to talk peacefully, yet his father couldn’t hold his temper.
"Grandpa, Dad didn’t an it like that." Jas Reed stopped Ethan and explained to Old Mr. Seymour, "Grandpa, Dad wants Charles to join the company."
"Let Charles join the company?" Old Mr. Seymour’s anger indeed subsided sowhat, skeptically eyeing Ethan Seymour.
Ethan Seymour didn’t have Old Mr. Seymour’s control though, his anger had nowhere to go.
Ethan Seymour snorted, just about to retaliate, but felt his arm being tugged discreetly by Jas Reed. Looking up, Jas was signaling him with his eyes, so he had to forcibly swallow back the words that were about to burst out.
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