Sophie Wilson was unaffected, but Ethan Seymour's mood was very bad when he saw Sophie Wilson sitting on the sofa!
"What are you doing here?" Ethan Seymour questioned with irritation.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Old Mr. Seymour angrily rebuked, "Why can't Sophie be here?"
"Dad." Ethan felt aggrieved, his own father was biased towards that little brat, did he even consider him his son?
"What are you doing here? If there's nothing, then leave, don't be an eyesore here." Old Mr. Seymour knew that if Ethan was here, it wasn't good news.
Soon Charles would be coming over, and if he saw Ethan, it would ruin his grandson's good mood.
"Is Charles coming over later?" Ethan ignored Old Mr. Seymour and instead asked Sophie Wilson.
"What does it matter to you whether Charles is coming or not? Go, go, go!" Old Mr. Seymour impatiently waved his hand, shooing Ethan away.
