"Do you even see me as your father at all?" Ethan Seymour directly questioned Charles Seymour without any "softening" of his words.
Charles raised his eyelid and bluntly threw two words at Ethan Seymour: "Nope."
"You little brat!" Ethan Seymour exploded with anger, jumping up from the sofa, ready to charge forward.
"What are you doing?" With a sharp rap of his cane on the ground, Old Mr. Seymour sternly questioned.
Clearly, Old Mr. Seymour held absolute authority in the Seymour Family.
Just those four words made the furious Ethan Seymour freeze in place, not daring to advance further.
"Ethan, don't be angry." Charlotte Reed hurriedly stood up to comfort Ethan Seymour while giving him a way to back down, "The child is still young, teach him slowly."
"Still young? He's how old already, still young?" Ethan Seymour cursed coldly, "So ungrateful!"
