Chapter 1246: It’s Just Too Hard
"Mm-hmm, I know." Old Mr. Seymour nodded again and again, naturally following his wife’s arrangements.
"Old man, what I’m worried about now is that brat not telling Sophie about the baby. Tell me, does that count as a deceptive marriage?" Old Mr. Seymour asked anxiously, rubbing his head irritably. "He’s never done anything this unreliable before, what on earth is going on this time?"
From childhood to now, Charles Seymour had never made them worry. Even back when that bastard Ethan Seymour did all those things, Charles was still calm and never did anything extreme.
But this kid, if he doesn’t do something it’s fine, once he does, it’s a big one.
A son suddenly appears out of nowhere, and the boy’s mother doesn’t even know she has a son.
Just thinking about it gave Old Mr. Seymour a headache. What kind of mess was this?
"He definitely has his reasons, don’t stick your nose in." Old Mrs. Seymour warned.
Hearing Old Mr. Seymour agree over and over, Old Mrs. Seymour let out a light sigh. If Charles dared to deceive Sophie, she’d beat him up.
As soon as Charles Seymour opened his front door, under the warm lights, Sophie Wilson happily bounced into his arms, scattering all the gloom he’d collected along the way.
He caught her steadily and asked in a low voice, "You’re still up?"
"I’m too excited to sleep." Sophie Wilson rubbed her cheek against Charles Seymour’s cautiously.
Seeing that the baby had the same habit as her, Charles Seymour’s heart suddenly clenched tight.
"I told my parents, and they were so happy." Sophie Wilson said with a big grin.
Charles Seymour’s brows moved as he asked, very doubtful, "Your dad... was happy?"
"Uh... my dad’s happiness isn’t very obvious, but he was definitely really happy!" Sophie Wilson said with a giggle. "Men are generally more emotionally reserved."
Charles Seymour’s lips twitched. He felt that his father-in-law’s urge to punch him was not reserved at all—if anything, it was very overt.
"Alright, hurry up, go shower and get some rest." Sophie Wilson jumped down from Charles Seymour, pushed him upstairs, shoved him into his room, and only then turned to leave.
"Sophie." Charles Seymour called out.
"Mm?" Sophie Wilson turned her head to look at Charles Seymour.
Looking at Sophie Wilson’s clear eyes, Charles Seymour said, "You should get some sleep early too."
"Got it." Sophie Wilson smiled playfully, waved at him, and then left.
When the door closed, Charles Seymour listened to Sophie Wilson’s footsteps fading away, irritably ruffling his own hair. Saying it out loud was really too hard.
Mm, he’d find another chance.
Now just wasn’t the time.
Thinking of this, Charles Seymour talked himself around, turned, and went to shower and rest.
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"...That’s that then, here’s to a happy partnership." Jacob Smith smiled as he shook hands with Charles Seymour.
"For such a small cooperation deal, you actually came to talk to me personally. I’m really... flattered." Jacob Smith looked at Charles Seymour curiously.
Wasn’t this guy supposed to be on a business trip with Sophie?
Gone for half a month on a business trip—clearly hiding from him, not wanting Sophie to be around him.
Hmph, Charles Seymour was still as childish as ever, his possessiveness so strong.
After all these years, he hadn’t changed at all.
"You’re Sophie’s friend; it’s only right that I be the one to entertain you." With just this simple sentence, Charles Seymour made Christopher Smith feel stifled.
He glared at Charles Seymour viciously. What was with this host-of-the-house attitude?
It really pissed him off!