"I'm going out with Sophie tomorrow to unwind a bit. Let Clarissa know when you get back," Charles Seymour said, finishing his sentence, making Old Mr. Seymour nearly throw the phone at Charles's face.
Unfortunately, Old Mr. Seymour wasn't fast enough, as the call had already ended.
Charles easily solved everything, while Sophie Wilson was still chatting happily away with Clarissa Taylor on the phone, laughing and talking cheerfully.
He didn't interrupt but went and changed his clothes.
When he came out, Sophie had finished the call and asked him, "Did you tell Clarissa?"
"Yeah, I told Grandpa, and Clarissa's asleep," Charles said calmly.
"Asleep?" Sophie looked at Charles in surprise, "It's still early for her to sleep, isn't it?"
"Grandpa said Clarissa was tired from playing this afternoon." Charles spoke with such seriousness that there wasn't a hint of guilt in his demeanor.
"Yeah, true, that little rascal..." Sophie shook her head with a smile.
