"Yes, Ethan, even if it’s for us, you can’t let him go down the wrong path." Charlotte looked pitifully at Ethan Seymour.
Ethan Seymour kept a stern face and didn’t speak.
"James, it’s all my fault." Ophelia Wilson said softly, feeling guilty.
"Ophelia, let me take you home." Even at this moment, James Reed maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.
"I can go home by myself." Ophelia hurriedly said, then spoke to Ethan Seymour and Charlotte Reed, "Uncle Seymour, Auntie, I’m leaving now."
"Oh dear, we were supposed to have dinner together tonight. Ophelia, I’m really sorry." Charlotte said apologetically. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
"No, it’s me who should apologize." After exchanging a few polite words with Charlotte, James took Ophelia out the door.
Once outside, Ophelia lowered her voice and said, "James, I said that on purpose. Do you think I’m being malicious?"
James looked at Ophelia in surprise, "On purpose?"
"Yes, I don’t want him to come back and fight you for the family inheritance." Ophelia bit her lip and poured out her thoughts, "All these years, I’ve seen all the hard work and effort you’ve put into the Seymour Family business. Why should it be divided with him just because his last name is Seymour, even if he doesn’t make an effort?"
"I just want Uncle Seymour to know he’s not fit to inherit the family fortune."
"James, do you think I’m too malicious?" Ophelia looked nervously at James. She wasn’t afraid of anyone else, but for James, whom she had loved for so many years, she was truly sincere.
"I know you’re doing it for my sake." James sighed, "In the end, he’s still my brother. Next time you do something , discuss it with me first, okay?"
"Okay, I understand." Ophelia excitedly threw herself into James’s arms, "I’ll definitely discuss it with you next time."
She agreed verbally, but if something happened again, she definitely wouldn’t discuss it with James.
James was just too kind, always cherishing family ties.
Over the years, James had worked hard managing the Seymour Family’s business. Why should Charles Seymour be able to reap the benefits without effort?
Ophelia let go of James and urged him, "You should go in and persuade Uncle. I’m leaving now."
"Alright, be careful on the road, and give me a call when you get home." James’s thoughtful advice brought a warm smile to Ophelia’s face.
Watching Ophelia leave, a cold smile flashed in James’s eyes. Ophelia indeed didn’t let him down.
"Dad, you should go convince my brother." James entered the room and saw Ethan Seymour still fuming; he offered a suggestion.
"How can I convince him? Do you know his phone number?" Ethan Seymour asked testily, "Or do you want me to go to his house and be refused entry?"
James was taken aback by the question, helplessly smiling, he offered a suggestion, "How about talking to Grandpa? Grandpa has always been very fond of my brother, and if he knows my brother is involved with such a woman, he’ll surely be upset."
"Dad, you’ve always been filial to Grandpa; you can’t just watch my brother go astray."
After listening to James, Ethan Seymour furrowed his brows, "I’ll think about it."
He got up and slowly dragged his heavy footsteps upstairs.
The mother and son left downstairs exchanged a glance and revealed a victorious smile.