Ethan Seymour didn’t speak, and James Reed said with a gentle and polite smile, "Charles Seymour."
"Could you please call Mr. Seymour first?" the security guard asked politely.
Without the homeowner’s permission, they definitely couldn’t let people in casually.
Little did they know, this question touched a sore spot in Ethan Seymour’s heart.
If he had Charles Seymour’s phone number, would he need to come over in the middle of the night?
James Reed reacted quickly and said with a smile, "How about this, you call him directly, which will also help confirm for you, and just say his father is here."
The security guard of course had no objections and used the security desk’s phone to call Charles Seymour’s home.
After the butler answered the call, he went upstairs to knock on the door and reported to Charles Seymour.
Charles Seymour looked at the butler with an expressionless face, staring so intensely that the butler broke into a cold sweat, hurriedly saying, "I’ll just..."
"Let them in," Charles Seymour spoke, the cold aura from before finally easing a bit.
The butler quickly went downstairs to inform the security guard.
Before long, Ethan Seymour’s car arrived.
Seeing the villa, Ethan Seymour felt increasingly unpleasant.
This house is even bigger than his!
His father is truly biased, the house for the son isn’t as good as the grandson’s.
Filled with rage, Ethan Seymour entered the room, his anger reaching its peak: "Didn’t you see me come in? Not even a greeting?"
Look at Charles Seymour, sitting on the sofa steady as a rock, with not a trace of courtesy, truly no manners.
Charles Seymour’s indifferent gaze swept over, a voice colder than the weather outside, "Did I invite you here?"
The heavy sarcasm nearly made Ethan Seymour explode.
Fortunately, James Reed intervened, gently advising, "Dad."
Only then did Ethan Seymour calm down a bit, suppressing the burning rage inside him, but his words were still commanding, full of self-importance: "Break up with Sophie Wilson immediately!"
Charles Seymour’s calm gaze fell on Ethan Seymour, without the slightest hint of anger or ripple, it was this reaction that made Ethan Seymour uncomfortable.
"Didn’t you hear me talking? Deaf?" Ethan Seymour questioned harshly, Charles Seymour’s indifference making him very uncomfortable.
"Don’t come to my house in the future." Charles Seymour didn’t bother to address Ethan Seymour’s words, just stated his own request.
"What do you mean your house? This was bought with Seymour Family money, it’s Seymour Family property. I’ve never heard that I can’t go to Seymour Family places!" Ethan Seymour yelled angrily, feeling his authority being challenged.
A trace of mocking smile flashed in Charles Seymour’s eyes, very faint, but clear enough for them to see: "Show him out." ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩
At the utterance of these two words by Charles Seymour, Ethan Seymour jumped up as if his tail was stepped on, "Charles Seymour, is this how you treat your own father? Fine, if you act this way, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"
Charles Seymour didn’t even turn his head, seemingly not putting Ethan Seymour’s threat in his eyes at all.
This harshly undermined Ethan Seymour’s dignity, making him tremble with anger, how did he end up with such an ungrateful child?
"I want to sever our father-son relationship!" Ethan Seymour gritted his teeth, funneling all his wrath into this one vicious sentence.
Charles Seymour’s steps paused, finally showing a bit of reaction, and he stopped.