"Do you even see me as your father at all?" Ethan Seymour directly questioned Charles Seymour without any "softening" of his words.
Charles raised his eyelid and bluntly threw two words at Ethan Seymour: "Nope."
"You little brat!" Ethan Seymour exploded with anger, jumping up from the sofa, ready to charge forward.
"What are you doing?" With a sharp rap of his cane on the ground, Old Mr. Seymour sternly questioned.
Clearly, Old Mr. Seymour held absolute authority in the Seymour Family.
Just those four words made the furious Ethan Seymour freeze in place, not daring to advance further.
"Ethan, don’t be angry." Charlotte Reed hurriedly stood up to comfort Ethan Seymour while giving him a way to back down, "The child is still young, teach him slowly."
"Still young? He’s how old already, still young?" Ethan Seymour cursed coldly, "So ungrateful!"
Charles coldly curled the corner of his lips and turned to ask Old Mr. Seymour: "Grandfather, I remember you once said that people with the surname Reed are not allowed to step into the Seymour family mansion."
As soon as Charles spoke these words, James Reed’s face turned pale, and Charlotte Reed’s cheeks flushed with shame and anger. However, she concealed it well, pretending to lower her head awkwardly, pitifully making Ethan Seymour’s heart ache.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Seeing his wife being humiliated , Ethan Seymour became anxious and started shouting at Charles, "You beast, that’s your mother!"
Upon hearing this, Charles’s lips slightly curled, and his icy gaze fixated on Ethan Seymour’s face, his voice resembling the unmelting thousand-year ice, cold enough to make one’s heart tremble: "My mother lies in the Seymour family graveyard; does she want to go take a nap there?"
"You beast, what kind of talk is that?" Ethan Seymour jumped up, raging, and not even Charlotte Reed could hold him back; he "carelessly" shook free and rushed to hit Charles.
"James, quickly hold back your dad." Charlotte Reed "frantically" sought "help" from James Reed, though in her heart, she wished Ethan Seymour would beat Charles Seymour, that beast, to death.
Could Charles even utter human words?
She’s living perfectly well; he’s practically cursing her to die.
"Dad." James Reed "hurried" to hold back, but ultimately was a step too late; at this pace, by the time he restrained Ethan Seymour, Charles would already be hit.
With a loud slap, Ethan Seymour jumped up clutching his own arm, asking in disbelief, "Dad, why are you hitting me?"
"Why am I hitting you? I’m going to beat the hell out of you, you bastard!" Old Mr. Seymour swung his cane and struck Ethan Seymour.
"Why am I hitting you? Who do you think you called Charles?" Old Mr. Seymour scolded angrily, "You said he’s a beast, so what am I? You damned fool!"
With Old Mr. Seymour’s shout, Ethan Seymour was left without a word to retort.
"Grandfather, calm down." Sophie Wilson hurriedly spoke up to advise, seeing Old Mr. Seymour in such a state.
No matter what, Old Mr. Seymour was standing on Charles Seymour’s side, so her good impression of Old Mr. Seymour increased rapidly.
"Hmm." Old Mr. Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson with satisfaction, "At least you know your place."
"Dad, what does she know?" Ethan Seymour became anxious upon hearing this, "Do you know or not, she doesn’t recognize her own parents for money, leaving her grandmother homeless at such an old age. Someone like that is simply inhuman."
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