"You beast, let go of me." Ethan Seymour cursed angrily.
Charles Seymour looked at him coldly, without speaking, but his gaze was as merciless as a bloodstained sharp blade, piercing fiercely into Ethan's heart, causing his heart to constrict sharply, his mind buzzing, and he even forgot to struggle.
At that moment, the fear of death was like a cold swamp, quickly drowning him.
"Brother!" James Reed saw the situation was off and hurried forward to persuade, "Don't hit Dad, let go first."
Sophie Wilson glanced at James Reed and sneered, "James Reed, which eye of yours saw Mr. Seymour hit Ethan Seymour? He was obviously stopping Ethan from hitting me!"
"You can't just make false accusations like that, speaking nonsense with open eyes, are you even human?" Sophie's retort made James Reed a bit embarrassed, but who was he, his skin was as thick as a city wall corner, and he helplessly explained, "I didn't mean that, I just don't want Brother to hurt Dad."
