Chloe White didn't stay long at the Seymour Family, made up an excuse, and hurriedly left.
After Chloe White left, Old Mrs. Seymour shook her head and went upstairs.
"Gone?" Old Mr. Seymour poked his head out of the room and asked.
"Gone." Old Mrs. Seymour gave him a glance, "It's best to make things clear. Chloe is a smart girl. She knows that Charles is getting married, and she should just give up."
This old fellow just hid away, letting her be the bad guy.
Seeing her husband's reproachful look, Old Mr. Seymour smiled awkwardly: "It's just not convenient for me to say it, thank you for your hard work, dear."
"Your smooth talk... Tell me, why hasn't Charles inherited a bit of your silver tongue?" Old Mrs. Seymour thought of Charles's silence and sighed helplessly, "Fortunately, Sophie doesn't mind him."
"Hurry up and make a list." Old Mrs. Seymour urged Old Mr. Seymour, "This time can't be like the engagement; we must invite everyone."
