After saying this, Grace Wilson couldn’t hold back her anger and added, "Not your turn."
"I’m telling you, the way you’ve hurt our feelings, Grandma, Mom, and Dad will never forgive you!" Grace Wilson stared venomously at Sophie Wilson, cursing maliciously, "Do you think that just because you’ve got yourself a rich backer, you can sit back and relax now?"
"When he’s tired of you and kicks you out, you won’t even have a place to cry!"
Before Sophie Wilson could react, Charles Seymour suddenly stepped forward.
His hawk-like gaze, as if soaring high above, locked onto his prey, ready to strike.
The almost tangible killing intent made Grace Wilson’s legs go weak, and with a thud, she knelt on the ground again.
"Grace, Grace..." Lily Warren was terrified and attempted to help Grace Wilson up.
But Grace Wilson was so scared she was completely limp, without the strength to stand.
Charles Seymour was completely unaware that the murderous aura he honed through endless battles was too much for Grace Wilson to bear.
Let alone Grace Wilson, even the police officers, who weren’t directly targeted by Charles Seymour, felt uneasy.
They exchanged glances, murmuring internally, Who is this guy?
The aura is just too strong!
"Stephen, Stephen, come help me," Lily Warren turned, anxiously calling to Stephen Wilson.
Stephen Wilson was so frightened by Charles Seymour’s sudden outburst of energy that he didn’t dare move a step forward.
His instincts warned him that Charles Seymour was extremely dangerous at this moment.
"You say Sophie will leave me?" Charles Seymour spoke, each word like a sharp ice dagger, piercing through Grace Wilson, instantly chilling her to the bone, leaving her hands and feet cold.
Grace Wilson stared shakily at Charles Seymour, her pupils dilating in fear. In her eyes, Charles Seymour seemed like an enraged ancient beast, baring his sharp fangs, ready to pounce and snap her neck at any moment.
An intense storm of terror quickly formed in the confines of the living room, with a chilling aura that made everyone tremble as if they were in Asura’s realm.
Fear clung to their skin like icy water, slowly seeping in, chilling muscles, bones, and every cell.
Their fingers twitched nervously from fear, and the oppressive atmosphere made everyone’s breathing instinctively slow to a minimum, fearing even a slight sound would trigger Charles Seymour’s violent temper, transforming him into a beast that would tear them to shreds.
Suddenly, Charles Seymour moved.
Everyone’s eyes widened in terror, their rigid eyeballs involuntarily following Charles Seymour’s movement.
The same thought flashed through everyone’s mind—Who would be the first to be torn apart?
Charles Seymour turned around, extending his hand, his long, strong fingers landed on Sophie Wilson’s shoulder.
The crowd swallowed their fear with a gulp, aside from Grace Wilson’s family, who seemed slightly gleeful, everyone else was scared stiff.
Several police officers, however, overcame their fear with righteous courage, commanding their rigid bodies to move as quickly as possible to prevent what seemed to be the start of violence.
"You must not leave me!" Charles Seymour spoke, eyes filled with deep grievance.