Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 737 Persuasion
As soon as Old Mr. Seymour spoke, anyone could tell that he was favoring Charles Seymour.
"Dad!" Ethan Seymour stared at Old Mr. Seymour in disbelief, "James is your grandson too!"
"Is he?" Old Mr. Seymour sneered, "Would my grandson cause trouble at my birthday celebration? What a good grandson, a grandson like that, I simply can’t afford. I still want to live a few more years."
"Dad, why would you say that?" Ethan Seymour looked at Old Mr. Seymour, deeply shocked, "Didn’t you allow James to come in? Why now..."
"I let him in, but was it to annoy me? And let his ’good friend’ bully my grandson and granddaughter-in-law?" Old Mr. Seymour glared angrily at Ethan Seymour.
Looking for trouble?
Bully his grandson and granddaughter-in-law at his birthday celebration, thinking that he’s old and useless, and can be easily bullied?
"I’ll tell you, I’m not dead yet!" Old Mr. Seymour pointed at Ethan Seymour, "As long as I’m here, the Seymour Family only has Charles Seymour as a grandson! Our Seymour Family doesn’t have a grandson named Reed!"
Old Mr. Seymour’s words were like a thunderous explosion, reducing James Reed to nothing but ashes.
The Seymour Family acknowledges only Charles Seymour, not him?
Not acknowledge... Not acknowledge...
These three words seemed to turn into brambles full of poisonous thorns, tangling around his heart, tightening fiercely, the sharp and poisoned thorns piercing deeply into his flesh, leaving him scarred and bleeding.
All these years at the Seymour Family, and this old man still doesn’t acknowledge him!
Strong hatred spread like a virus, quickly infecting James Reed’s eyes, cold as a venomous snake in the dark, watching its prey, ready to strike with a lethal blow at any moment.
"Dad, you..." Ethan Seymour wanted to say more, but was pulled back by James Reed, who looked at him with pleading eyes and whispered, "Dad, don’t say anymore, today is Grandpa’s birthday, don’t upset him."
A son who is so sensible and understanding, and yet he isn’t acknowledged by his own father, Ethan Seymour’s chest heaved with anger.
Sophie Wilson also held Charles Seymour’s hand, gently massaging his tense arm muscles, clearly he was truly angry: "Don’t be angry, don’t be angry... we won’t stoop to her level."
"Guests are guests, if they’re not sensible, we shouldn’t be like them, let’s have more tolerance, after all, not everyone has a clear mind." Sophie Wilson "advised" Charles Seymour.
The people around widened their eyes in shock, staring at Sophie Wilson, was she sure she was advising rather than fueling the fire?
After hearing these words, would Charles Seymour not explode?
Who would have thought that Charles Seymour actually withdrew his chilling gaze, bent the corners of his mouth into a barely perceptible smile, and nodded: "Mm."
Charles Seymour actually said "mm", he was really pacified.
What kind of operation is this?
The crowd felt on the verge of collapse, the way Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson interacted was beyond their comprehension.
Although Hayley Cole was no longer under the oppressive gaze of Charles Seymour, Sophie Wilson’s words infuriated her even more, her teeth clenched noisily in anger.
"Sophie Wilson, what are you pretending to be a nice person for? Ultimately, all these troubles are because you had to put on airs!" Hayley Cole glared angrily at Sophie Wilson, "It’s all your fault!"
