Old Mr. Chapman's gaze slid from Charles Seymour's face and finally landed on Sophie Wilson, saying with a forced smile, "I didn't expect my granddaughter-in-law to be so eloquent, it has really opened my eyes."
Sophie Wilson shyly smiled, "Old man, I know I'm excellent, you don't need to admire me too much."
The fake smile on Old Mr. Chapman's face almost slipped, this Sophie Wilson, so shameless.
"But, old man, you shouldn't recognize family members so casually. There's no granddaughter-in-law of yours here, I don't care for Henry Chapman, he's got someone he loves." Sophie said, coyly snuggling into Charles Seymour's arms, looking at him affectionately.
Charles Seymour looked down, his eyes only on his Sophie, as for the others, he ignored them completely.
Henry Chapman's face grew increasingly ugly, but Old Mr. Chapman laughed in anger and questioned, "What? Charles now has some abilities and doesn't even recognize his grandpa anymore?"
