No matter how turbulent Julian Campbell's heart was, it was not as intense as the magnitude ten earthquake in James Reed's heart at this moment.
He stood there rigidly, his brain unable to command his body.
He didn't even know how to move or what facial expression to make.
Sophie Wilson's words seemed to have torn off the disguise he had maintained for many years, thrown it on the ground, and stomped it deep into the mud.
Back then, he had climbed out of such a quagmire and entered the Seymour Family; he never intended to leave again.
Returning to his previous life, that's simply impossible.
"Sophie Wilson, you're spouting nonsense..." Ophelia Wilson saw James Reed standing there stiffly, usually such a gentle person, his face was as pale as a ghost.
Clearly, he was the young master of the Seymour Family, someone who should be held in high regard, but because of Sophie's nonsensical words, he had to endure these peculiar stares... How humiliating must that be?
