"Ah ah ah... Meeting the parents shouldn’t I dress up a bit and prepare properly?" Sophie Wilson scratched her head. They were just going out for a meal, and she hadn’t put on any makeup deliberately, her clothes were also very casual.
Knowing that Sophie Wilson didn’t actually mind meeting them, Charles Seymour was relieved. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, "It’s perfect this way."
"Stop messing around!" Sophie Wilson said angrily, slapping Charles Seymour’s hand, "I wasn’t even dressed up, and now you’re messing up my hair. How am I supposed to meet your grandfather ?"
Saying that, Sophie Wilson hurriedly took out a compact mirror and started tidying herself up.
Watching Sophie Wilson fussing around, Charles Seymour felt delighted inside.
Was it because she valued him so much that she wanted to leave a good impression on his grandfather?
No matter if that was the answer or not, Charles Seymour decided it was.
He only accepted that answer!
Charles Seymour instructed the driver to change the route to the Semyour family’s old mansion. The place was a bit remote, but the scenery was quite beautiful, and naturally, the house was much larger. Google seaʀᴄh 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁
When the car drove into the courtyard, Sophie Wilson realized just how big the villa really was. She turned her head to look at Charles Seymour and genuinely marveled, "Your family is truly rich."
Charles Seymour nodded slightly. He liked how Sophie would say whatever was on her mind.
She just marveled a bit but would never have any other thoughts because his family had money. She really never had much concept of money.
Didn’t she even leave the decoration company’s profits for him to manage and invest?
According to Sophie, she hated calculating numbers - too troublesome. So, she handed the troublesome things over to him.
That trust Sophie had in him brightened Charles Seymour’s mood for several days.
"Let’s go inside." Charles Seymour held Sophie Wilson’s hand and led her in.
As they entered, Sophie Wilson was a bit surprised to see James Reed there.
Didn’t Charles Seymour say his grandfather didn’t like James Reed?
"Grandpa." Charles Seymour directly ignored the others sitting on the sofa and led Sophie Wilson to Old Mr. Seymour, greeting him, "This is Sophie Wilson, my girlfriend."
"Hello, Grandpa." Sophie Wilson affectionately called out, since the old man had always been kind to Charles Seymour.
She would be good to anyone who was good to him.
Despite being over eighty and almost ninety, Old Mr. Seymour was in great spirits, his posture was very upright, clearly showing he was in excellent health.
Upon seeing Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson, his face broke into a wide smile, his wrinkles forming like chrysanthemums as he repeatedly nodded, "Good, good, sit, sit!"
"Dad!" Ethan Seymour couldn’t help but call out from the side, glaring with an icy look at Charles Seymour.
How many years had it been since he’d seen this son of his?
In his memories, it was still from when Charles Seymour was young and went off to the training camp. In the blink of an eye, Charles seemed to have changed into someone he didn’t recognize.
All these years, this brat hadn’t even come to see him once. Just what kind of son was Charles Seymour?
"What are you shouting about?" Old Mr. Seymour glared at Ethan Seymour, scolding displeasedly.
"Someone comes, and they don’t even acknowledge their father. Why would someone like that even sit?" Ethan Seymour cast a fierce glance at Charles Seymour with his eyes and said irritably.
Charles Seymour acted as if he hadn’t heard anything, pulling Sophie Wilson to sit down with him. This blatant disregard almost made Ethan Seymour explode with anger.