"Then let’s go home," Charles Seymour said.
"Alright," Sophie Wilson nodded, getting into the car.
Charles Seymour walked around to the other side of the car. Before sitting down, he glanced once at the direction Sophie had just been looking.
It was just a glance, one that didn’t slow down his actions, and Sophie naturally didn’t notice anything.
As the car drove out of the courtyard, the curtain of the window Sophie had noticed fluttered slightly.
Baby’s chubby little hand was holding the curtain, and his petal-like, soft little mouth was slightly open, "That’s Mommy... she looks even prettier than in the video."
"Oh dear, my baby, what are you doing by the window?" Old Mrs. Seymour hurried over, don’t be fooled by her age, she was still quite spry.
Sprinting to the window, Old Mrs. Seymour scooped Baby up, cuddling the warm, soft little bundle into her arms.
"Mommy..." Baby’s little hand pointed outside.
"Yes, Mommy," Old Mrs. Seymour soothed Baby, "Once you explain everything to Daddy and Mommy, Mommy will come see Baby."
"Okay," Baby nodded obediently, his sensible demeanor breaking Old Mrs. Seymour’s heart.
Her mind was rife with curses directed at Charles Seymour.
This rascal, what is he doing?
A child appeared, and Sophie is still unaware.
Whenever asked, it’s all ’classified’, and that rascal Charles says nothing.
Sigh...
Old Mrs. Seymour patted Baby whom she held in her arms, blaming the reckless dad for his misfortunes.
After soothing Baby, he happily went off to play on his own.
Back in their room, Old Mr. Seymour asked, "What’s up with Baby?"
"Nothing, secretly watching Sophie," Old Mrs. Seymour sighed, "You know Charles..."
"Charles surely has his reasons, don’t you know that child yet?" Old Mr. Seymour trusted their grandson.
"Sigh..." Old Mrs. Seymour said, "You see, Sophie’s temperament is so good, even if he told her, what would happen?"
"Just earlier, Sophie had no objections when they talked about handing the company over to Julian. Now I am hundred percent satisfied with Sophie," Old Mrs. Seymour could not comprehend why Charles didn’t just say.
"Charles mentioned some secret stuff, and you don’t believe him?" Old Mr. Seymour staunchly stood by Charles. Knowing his wife’s heart ached for Baby, he offered, "He’s Baby’s dad, how could he not care about Baby?"
Upon hearing Old Mr. Seymour’s perspective, Old Mrs. Seymour reluctantly nodded.
Meanwhile, Sophie had no knowledge of these happenings. Her nimble fingers were like playful goldfish, teasingly weaving through Charles Seymour’s hand, refusing to rest in his grasp but instead slipping between his fingers.
Charles Seymour’s lips curved slightly as he spread his fingers, entwining them with hers.
"Emerie Wilson went back to Benjamin Walton," Sophie Wilson remarked, "Do you think Benjamin thinks I’m an idiot or that you’re a fool?"
"He’s got a screw loose," Charles Seymour couldn’t be unclear about Benjamin Walton’s intentions.
Expecting to exploit family ties to take advantage of Sophie.
Only Emerie Wilson would be fooled into going back to Benjamin Walton.
"Is my temper too good?" Sophie Wilson asked Charles Seymour.