Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate

Sophie Wilson didn’t need Charles Seymour to respond; she gave the answer herself: "We’ll go after we get back."

"Okay." Charles Seymour nodded, then asked, "Do you have any requirements for the wedding?"

"Nope." Sophie Wilson replied indifferently, "Anyway, you can arrange it, I’m fine with anything."

"Alright." Charles Seymour nodded.

"By the way, after we return from our honeymoon, the hospital will be pretty much ready for its opening." Sophie Wilson said with a smile, "Then, I can finally trample the Chapman Family underfoot."

Sophie Wilson made no attempt to hide her intentions of dealing with the Chapman Family.

They bullied her husband, Mr. Seymour, so why shouldn’t she take revenge?

Her husband doesn’t retaliate, doesn’t pay attention to them, that’s his magnanimity.

Sorry, she doesn’t have such magnanimity.

What surprised Sophie Wilson immensely was that she hadn’t even acted against the Chapman Family, and yet the Chapman Family got involved themselves.

"Ignore them." Charles Seymour said into the phone.

"Alright, I won’t pay them any mind." Old Mr. Seymour’s voice came from the phone.

Old Mr. Chapman was calling him; after all, they were once in-laws, and he couldn’t not mention it to Charles.

As for what Charles decides, that’s his business.

"Grandpa!" Sophie Wilson, overhearing this, hurriedly shouted, "No matter what, they are elders. If they want Charles to go over, and Charles doesn’t go, wouldn’t that give them reason to find fault? We’ll go."

Old Mr. Seymour laughed upon hearing this: "Alright, I understand."

Then Sophie Wilson confirmed the time with Old Mr. Seymour before hanging up the phone.

Charles Seymour looked at Sophie Wilson amusingly, she was up to mischief again.

"What are we going there for?" Charles Seymour asked.

"To give them a piece of my mind." Facing Charles Seymour, Sophie Wilson didn’t hide her thoughts at all, bluntly expressing, "After all they did, they still have the nerve to trouble you. With them being such lunatics, if I don’t give them a piece of my mind, how can I let out my anger?"

Charles Seymour reached out, placed his hand on Sophie Wilson’s head, and rubbed it, advising, "Don’t get angry."

Of course, he knew Sophie was standing up for him, but he didn’t want her to be upset.

"It’s fine, I feel much better after venting my anger." Sophie Wilson snorted, patting Charles Seymour, assuring him.

Darn it, her husband doesn’t like to speak up, do these people think they can just take advantage?

Charles Seymour has a good temper, but she doesn’t.

Trampling the Chapman Family aside, first, she can give them a tongue-lashing to vent her anger.

Otherwise, those Chapman Family members might keep thinking they’re the victims.

Utterly shameless.

Surprised by Old Mr. Seymour’s response, Felix Chapman remarked, "He’s really coming."

"Why wouldn’t he come?" Old Mr. Chapman said sternly, "Does he not recognize his own family’s elders?"

"Grandpa, he really hasn’t acknowledged Ethan Seymour all this time." Henry Chapman commented.

"For someone like Ethan Seymour, what’s the use whether he’s recognized or not?" Old Mr. Chapman snorted in displeasure.

"You’re the impressive one, Grandpa, he’s coming just because you asked." Henry Chapman quickly added, fully aware that Grandpa never had a good view of Ethan Seymour.

"I asked him to come, dare he not?" Old Mr. Chapman confidently said. He was now waiting for Charles Seymour to come in a few days so he could talk to him properly.