Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 606 Nothing Much

"What’s wrong? What’s wrong with Charles?" Old Mrs. Seymour asked anxiously.

"He found out that Charles started a company, a very impressive company, so he wanted to come over and mend their relationship," Old Mr. Seymour decided to lay a foundation to avoid startling his wife.

"Hmph, no matter how impressive Charles’ company is, it has nothing to do with him. Ignoring Charles back then, and now that he knows Charles has real skills, he shamelessly tries to get close? How shameless!" Old Mrs. Seymour’s focus was obviously not on how skilled Charles was, but on how cold, heartless, and shameless Ethan was.

"Exactly, so Charles didn’t pay attention to him, and I also kicked him out. We can’t indulge this bad habit of his!" Old Mr. Seymour and Old Mrs. Seymour shared the same animosity.

"But... dear, our Charles is really accomplished, his company is truly impressive." Old Mr. Seymour said cautiously, afraid of startling his wife by speaking too quickly.

"How impressive could it be? More impressive than our Seymour Corporation? In my opinion, Ethan just hasn’t seen the world." Every other sentence from Old Mrs. Seymour was filled with disdain for Ethan, showing how much she despised this son.

"Hmm... yes, it is indeed more impressive than our Seymour Corporation," Old Mr. Seymour said dryly.

He felt quite helpless and awkward.

His own company wasn’t as good as his grandson’s. It felt... like he was such a failure?

Old Mr. Seymour was still a bit disappointed.

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Seymour couldn’t help but burst into laughter: "More impressive than our Seymour Corporation? Could it be Peace Corporation?"

Old Mrs. Seymour finished joking, and then realized that Old Mr. Seymour was looking at her very seriously and even nodded.

The playful smile on Old Mrs. Seymour’s face froze instantly, her lips twitched slightly.

Old Mr. Seymour quickly poured out some blood pressure medication and handed it to Old Mrs. Seymour, fortunately, he was well-prepared.

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"Hello?" Sophie Wilson rolled over on the sofa and picked up Charles Seymour’s phone.

"Sophie? Is Charles with you?" Mason Wilson was slightly surprised to hear the voice coming from the phone.

"Yes, Dad, do you need something from Charles?" Sophie Wilson asked.

"There’s a small issue at work, I need to ask him about it," Mason Wilson said.

"Oh, I’ll pass the phone to Charles," Sophie Wilson said, and Mason Wilson heard the sound of Sophie Wilson pattering quickly in slippers and then the sound of a door opening.

"Charles, my dad needs to ask you about something related to work," Sophie Wilson handed the phone to Charles Seymour.

Charles Seymour took the phone, listened, and quickly provided an answer.

During the entire process, Sophie Wilson held the phone for Charles Seymour, as both of his hands were occupied and it was inconvenient for him to take the call.

Charles Seymour nodded to indicate to Sophie Wilson that he had finished speaking, and only then did Sophie Wilson take the phone and walk out to the living room, "Dad, anything else?"

"That’s all," Mason Wilson said, adding curiously, "Did Charles leave work early today for something important?"

He was a bit worried that something might be up with Sophie, but from her voice, she seemed fine.

Still, he couldn’t help but ask one more question, just to be sure.

"Oh, nothing much," Sophie Wilson said with a cheerful smile, "I just mentioned to him after my nap that I felt like eating sweet and sour pork and spicy shrimp, and then he came home to make it for me."

Mason Wilson: "..."

So, shortly after four in the afternoon, Charles Seymour hurriedly left just to come home and cook for Sophie?