novelraw Chapter 480: The Eyes Might Be a Bit Blurry
Chapter 480: The Eyes Might Be a Bit Blurry
"Hmm." Old Mr. Seymour nodded slightly. Just as he turned around, Ethan eagerly pressed the elevator button for him.He watched Old Mr. Seymour and Old Mrs. Seymour enter the elevator and even smiled as he said, "Mom, Dad, give my regards to the hosts."
Even if he couldn’t attend the banquet upstairs, it was good that the hosts knew his name, at least it made a bit of an impression.
The elevator door slowly closed, leaving Ethan’s sycophantic smile shut outside.
"If he knew that the ninth floor was Charles’s engagement banquet, I wonder if he could still smile?" Old Mrs. Seymour snorted coldly, becoming increasingly disapproving of her youngest son.
The Reed Clan mother and son are detestable, perhaps they whispered something in his ear, confusing him.
But, if his mind was firm, would he be so easily influenced?
Oh, the Reed Clan mother and son won’t let him get close to Charles, so Ethan just kept his distance, huh?
Does he know that Charles is his biological son, after all?
"Let’s not get mad at him." Old Mr. Seymour, seeing his wife getting angry, quickly advised her. At their age, they couldn’t always be getting upset.
"Today is a good day for Charles and Sophie; we should be happy." Old Mr. Seymour didn’t dare mention his wife’s age, so he put it another way.
"Hmm." Old Mrs. Seymour nodded, and thinking of her grandson, her mood instantly brightened.
The ninth floor arrived quickly, and the elderly couple reached the entrance of the banquet hall.
Old Mr. Seymour took out the invitation and couldn’t help but hum, "Look, Charles’s invitation is handwritten and personally delivered to our home—that’s the attitude one should have. What about Ethan?"
Not only was it printed, but it was also sent by courier. What nonsense!
"Alright, don’t be upset anymore," Old Mrs. Seymour advised Old Mr. Seymour, "We’re not here to add to Charles’s troubles. Charles has few guests here, so we’re here to support him."
Although she didn’t know how Charles managed to hold this engagement banquet on the ninth floor, Charles’s only relatives were them. He probably didn’t have many friends around.
The child’s nature was inherently cold, what friends could he make?
Even if he opened a small company outside, he might only have some business acquaintances.
Their presence represented the Seymour family’s attitude. This grandson was not someone they would abandon easily, nor could anyone bully him lightly!
Entering the banquet hall, Old Mrs. Seymour almost bumped into Old Mr. Seymour, who had suddenly stopped. She couldn’t help but pat his back, scolding, "What are you doing? Stopping so suddenly!"
"No... dear, my eyes might be a bit blurry..." Old Mr. Seymour’s voice was somewhat trembling.
Old Mrs. Seymour was startled and quickly went to check Old Mr. Seymour’s eyes, "What’s wrong? Are your eyes uncomfortable?"
At their age, one never knew when they might suddenly fall ill. Was his eyesight deteriorating?
"It’s not my eyes, it’s... those people..." Old Mr. Seymour grabbed Old Mrs. Seymour’s hand, stammering as he motioned her to look over there.
Old Mrs. Seymour turned her head, shocked at the people in the hall. Those people were...
Some of the people talking in the venue lifted their heads and, upon seeing the newly arrived Old Mr. and Mrs. Seymour, cheerfully smiled and approached them, "Old Mr. Seymour, Old Mrs. Seymour, you two are here? Please, come in."
Being warmly greeted and shaken hands by the arrivals, Old Mr. and Mrs. Seymour looked at each other in confusion, the touch so real... it didn’t seem like an illusion.