Charles Seymour reached out his hand, and his driver, who had been following him, immediately handed over a water bottle.
Charles Seymour carefully unscrewed it and handed it to Sophie Wilson.
While Sophie Wilson drank the water, he took out a tissue.
Once Sophie Wilson finished drinking, his tissue was just right in her hand. The two didn’t need to say much; they had an extraordinary rapport.
That kind of rapport was enough to illustrate the nature of their relationship.
It was precisely the knowledge of this that made James Reed’s heart feel like it was being nibbled by ants, with a burning pain.
His heart was already twisted beyond recognition by jealousy, yet James Reed still maintained a gentle and fitting smile: "Brother, you still don’t want to talk to me?"
James Reed was somewhat despondent, with a naturally fair and pleasant appearance, and when his forlorn expression came out, it swayed the scales in quite a few people’s hearts towards him.
Everyone saw that it was James Reed who came over to greet Charles Seymour, yet neither Sophie Wilson nor Charles Seymour paid him any attention.
The absence of even basic politeness truly made people feel uncomfortable.
"James, what’s going on?" Ophelia Wilson could not possibly let her boyfriend lose face, promptly coming over to help him out.
"My brother... forget it, it’s nothing." James Reed’s hesitation made Ophelia Wilson feel deeply sorry for him.
"Is he your brother?" Ophelia Wilson looked in surprise at Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour, who were evidently a couple, her heart skipping a beat. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
She couldn’t have imagined that Sophie Wilson’s boyfriend was actually a Seymour family heir, which seemed a bit troubling.
"Your half-brother?" Ophelia Wilson’s exclamation cleared up the confusion for those around.
"Yes." James Reed replied in a deep voice, seemingly suppressing something, "My brother... has always misunderstood my mom, has always been unwilling to come home, I..."
As he spoke, James Reed took a step forward: "Brother, are you really not coming home? After all these years, Dad misses you so much, just wants to see you once, is that impossible?"
In the final words, James Reed’s voice trembled, and amidst his agitated emotions, there was an element of pleading.
Many people around were quite bewildered by the scene, while those in the know quietly filled others in on the Seymour family relationships.
The Seymour family’s most beloved Old Mr. Seymour’s youngest son, Ethan Seymour, had two sons. One was Charles Seymour, born to his first wife, though people in the circle had only heard of Charles Seymour and had never met this Eldest Young Master.
The other was Ethan Seymour’s later true love’s son, James Reed.
Speaking of James Reed, he was thriving in the circle, competent and humble, with quite a good reputation and a significant chance of taking over the Seymour family.
Ethan Seymour doted on his later wife so much that it was evident from the fact that James Reed took on the true love’s surname, and much hope was placed on him.
It was said that Ethan Seymour’s first wife was chosen by his father without any emotional bond, naturally making him less close to Charles Seymour, his firstborn.
However, after all, both were his sons, and regardless of favoritism, as a father, he would think of his son.
Wasn’t it a little too heartless of Charles Seymour not to visit his father all these years?
Many people cast strange looks at Charles Seymour, yet the focus of their gaze, Charles Seymour, remained completely unaffected, as if nothing had happened.