The person had nothing more to say and walked away silently.
In Young Master Seymour’s eyes, discussing food with Sophie Wilson was more important than developing his career.
Hmph, after all, he’s the Eldest Young Master, with a wealthy family, so why would he put his heart into his career?
No wonder the person stepping out for the Seymour Family recently has always been James Reed, and no one mentioned him. This was the reason, and he had witnessed it.
Charles Seymour didn’t care what others thought, and he and Sophie Wilson treated the industry party like a buffet date, enjoying themselves immensely.
As for what others thought about them... what did that have to do with them?
These two didn’t care at all.
In the Walton Family, Benjamin Walton looked at Emerie Wilson and softly asked, "Emerie, what’s the matter with that Stephen Wilson, and what child is he talking about?" Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩
"He’s talking nonsense!" Emerie Wilson’s eyes darted around in panic, "Benjamin, don’t listen to his nonsense."
"Emerie, I know you’re the kindest. We are husband and wife. If you have any difficulties, shouldn’t you tell me so I can solve them?" Benjamin Walton’s words sparked a glimmer of hope in Emerie Wilson’s uneasy heart.
"Emerie, you’ve always been so kind. What exactly is weighing on your heart? If you bear it alone , it makes my heart ache." Benjamin Walton’s tender words brought tears streaming down Emerie Wilson’s face, "Benjamin."
Emerie Wilson suddenly threw herself into Benjamin Walton’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Benjamin Walton hurriedly patted her back gently, coaxing her, "Don’t cry, don’t cry... Your heart isn’t good; you can’t be too emotional, be good, be good."
"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid of anything, I’m here, and I’ll take care of everything!"
Benjamin Walton’s thoughtfulness and responsibility gradually calmed Emerie Wilson. She looked up at him with trust, "Benjamin, you’re so good to me."
"Silly woman, I’m your husband, if I’m not good to you, who should I be good to?" Benjamin Walton smiled and handed Emerie Wilson a glass of water to help her catch her breath, "What exactly is going on, you should tell me so I can help you find a way to get rid of that Stephen Wilson."
Hearing Stephen Wilson’s name, Benjamin Walton clearly felt Emerie Wilson shiver in his arms, his eyes briefly flashing with sharpness as he softly coaxed, "I can’t let anyone bully my wife."
His words gave Emerie Wilson a sense of reliance and she began to spill out the things suppressed in her heart for over twenty years, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
After hearing it all, Benjamin Walton was dumbfounded.
Emerie Wilson was completely absorbed in her emotions, still complaining to herself, "Back then, Chaya loved my brother so much, but my brother married Clarissa Taylor. In the end, Chaya could only marry Clarissa Taylor’s elder brother, but in her heart, she was still thinking of my brother."
"At that time, she and Clarissa Taylor got pregnant almost simultaneously. On the day Clarissa gave birth, Chaya was busy running around too, and it caused her to give birth as well."
"She watched as my brother busily took care of Clarissa Taylor, and her heart was in pain. She thought that letting her child grow up around my brother would fulfill her wish."
"She was so pitiful and pleaded with me. How could I not help her? Moreover, when I sent Clarissa Taylor’s child away, I also left some money with Stephen Wilson."
"I even specially found a family with the last name Wilson, so Clarissa Taylor’s child could have the last name Wilson too. Didn’t I do well?"
Emerie Wilson blinked her innocent eyes, waiting for Benjamin Walton to praise her.