"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.
