"If you’ve got something to say, then say it!" Old Mr. Seymour said irritably.
"I’m waiting for litt... Charles Seymour." Out of habit he almost said the old form of address, but Ethan Seymour forcibly changed it midway. Naturally, Old Mr. Seymour picked up on it; his brows furrowed even tighter as he asked, "What are you waiting for him for?"
"Of course I have something to talk to him about." The way Ethan Seymour said this made Old Mr. Seymour feel it would be a waste of energy to even mock him.
He had something to discuss with Charles, and he actually sounded so righteous about it?
He came up and started by lecturing Sophie a whole round—what on earth was he thinking?
Sophie Wilson saw that Old Mr. Seymour was about to blow up and said with a smile, "Grandpa, if he wants to wait, then let him wait."
Old Mr. Seymour gave Sophie Wilson a look, nodded, and only then stopped bothering with Ethan Seymour.
This was originally his own home, yet that Sophie Wilson was even more at ease here than he was; sitting on the sofa, Ethan Seymour felt increasingly uncomfortable about it.
Still, this trip wasn’t entirely without gain.
He had only planned to talk to the old man about the Seymour Corporation, but he hadn’t expected that little bastard to be coming over in a bit as well. Since that was the case, they could just lay everything out at once, save him from having to waste his breath again.
After about half an hour, the nanny at the door opened it, and Charles Seymour walked in.
This time, the moment the door sounded, Sophie Wilson turned her head to look over. As the door opened, she had already stepped out; by the time Charles Seymour entered, Sophie Wilson was already in front of him.
Then—pounce!
A pampering smile surged in Charles Seymour’s eyes as he caught the leaping Sophie Wilson squarely in his arms.
Sophie Wilson smacked a loud kiss on Charles Seymour’s cheek before hopping down.
Mm, she had to restrain herself a bit at Grandpa and Grandma’s place.
Seeing how good the young couple’s relationship was, Old Mr. Seymour and Old Mrs. Seymour exchanged a glance and both broke into smiles.
It was just a pity someone insisted on spoiling the mood at this moment: "Shameless."
"If you’re jealous, just admit you’re jealous. Relax, no one’s going to think you’re pitiful." Sophie Wilson leaned lazily against Charles Seymour’s chest, openly flaunting their affection. "After all, you’ve never experienced the bliss of a loving marriage. I totally understand the jealousy that comes from your desires going unfulfilled."
"Hmph. Nonsense." Ethan Seymour let out a baffled snort. Who said he’d never experienced it?
He and Charlotte had a perfectly good relationship—what the hell did this little girl know?
"Enough, since you’re here, Charles, I have something to discuss with you." Ethan Seymour opened his mouth, and everyone in the room turned to look at him. Being treated with such importance made him straighten his chest in satisfaction as he naturally ordered, "Hand over the cooperation with G Corporation to James, let him sign the contract so it’ll be easier for him to return to the Seymour Corporation."
As soon as Ethan Seymour finished speaking, a flash of "just as I thought" contempt passed through Old Mr. Seymour’s eyes.
He’d just wanted to see how shameless Ethan Seymour could get, and "fortunately," Ethan Seymour really didn’t let him down.
He actually dared to say something this shameless out loud!
"Get out!" Old Mr. Seymour hurled the word at Ethan Seymour directly. As for any extra words, he didn’t want to waste even a single one on Ethan Seymour.
"Dad, can you stop being so biased?" Ethan Seymour looked at Old Mr. Seymour, feeling wronged. "James is your grandson too. Charles already has Peace Group, and his fiancée’s so capable—what’s he coming back to compete for?"
"In the end, won’t this Seymour Corporation be given to me anyway? It’ll end up in James’s hands sooner or later. Why do you have to hurt James’s feelings like this now?" Ethan Seymour just couldn’t figure it out. What was his father trying to do?
Couldn’t this family just get along properly?
"Who said the Seymour Corporation will definitely end up in your hands?" With that single sentence from Old Mr. Seymour, Ethan Seymour was completely dumbstruck.