James’s words, however, aligned perfectly with Old Mrs. Wilson’s heart.
"Isn’t that precisely the truth?" Old Mrs. Wilson nodded repeatedly, "It’s nothing for Emerie to apologize, but I’m worried that because of this incident, the Seymour Family’s reputation might suffer outside."
"Such a trivial matter, yet letters from lawyers and court proceedings are involved. Letting outsiders know all about this... I’m truly at a loss for words."
Ethan Seymour frowned deeply and cursed, "Bastard!"
"Hey, Ethan, where are you going?" Charlotte Reed quickly stood up as she saw Ethan Seymour getting up and asked him.
"I’m going to confront that bastard and set things straight. If he doesn’t care about the Seymour Family’s reputation, he shouldn’t be using their name to bully others outside." Ethan Seymour’s chest ached with anger, and if Charles Seymour were in front of him now, he’d slap him without hesitation.
"Dad, please don’t be angry." James Reed said worriedly, "Whatever the matter is, talk it over with Brother slowly. I’m sure Brother didn’t do it intentionally."
"Alright, don’t bother about it." Ethan Seymour pushed Charlotte Reed aside and walked out.
"Dad, where are you going?" James Reed hurriedly followed after him.
"I’m going to find that bastard; I can’t let him ruin the Seymour Family’s reputation." Ethan Seymour was furious to the point of dying. He could endure it when Charles didn’t cause trouble, but the recent antics of that bastard were becoming excessive.
"Uncle Seymour, you haven’t eaten yet. It’s all my fault, I..." Ophelia Wilson said self-reproachfully.
"It has nothing to do with you." Ethan Seymour waved his hand, speaking to Old Mrs. Wilson and Old Mrs. Wilson, "Sorry, I have something to deal with first. Let James and the others accompany you for the meal first. I’ll join once I’m done."
"Dad, I’m going with you." How could James Reed feel at ease with Ethan Seymour going alone? He hurriedly followed alongside.
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Seeing Ethan Seymour heading to confront Charles Seymour, Emerie Wilson finally spoke with satisfaction, "Mrs. Seymour, that Brother of James is truly outrageous; Your family is lucky to have James."
Praising her son made Charlotte Reed feel delighted beyond words, as she enthusiastically urged everyone to eat.
In the car, James Reed persuaded Ethan Seymour, "Dad, please don’t be angry. Talk to Brother calmly when we get there. He already has some misunderstandings with you. If you go there all worked up, questioning him in anger might just..."
"Might just what?" Ethan Seymour snapped, "Am I the father or is he? I can’t speak my mind to him?"
James Reed closed his mouth helplessly, refraining from further persuasion.
On the outside, he seemed worried, but inside he was secretly pleased.
The less his father favored Charles Seymour, the better. Driving Charles out of the Seymour Family would be ideal.
"Is this where he lives?" Ethan Seymour looked at the villa district ahead and asked.
The villas here were far from cheap.
"Reportedly, it is here." James Reed replied, not entirely sure.
"He’s certainly enjoying himself." Ethan Seymour felt an inexplicable frustration. Originally, he figured that Charles Seymour wouldn’t live in an ordinary district, but at the very least, it should be inferior to his own.
To his surprise, the place Charles resided in was even pricier than his.
"Ignoring proper work, just wasting money!" Ethan Seymour grumbled in dissatisfaction, instructing the driver to proceed into the area.
Yet, in such a high-end villa district, was the main gate open for anyone to enter?
"Sir, whom are you visiting?" The security guard at the entrance stopped Ethan Seymour’s car directly.