"Alas, what a sin," the old man's cane struck the ground heavily.
Without him speaking, Melody Thorne had already forgotten him. "Grandfather, are you sure you still want me to marry Hans Montrose now?"
Her gaze searched the hall for Hans Montrose's figure and discovered that he had left at some point.
He must have already given up, she guessed.
"I just want to know what about the Quinn Family is unworthy of the Seymour Family?" Jared Quinn handed the document to Harold Chapman, signaling him to keep it safe.
His eyes fixated on the old Seymour man, "As far as I know, our Quinn Family has no grudges against the Seymour Family."
The old man sighed, "Come with me."
Everyone returned to the Seymour property, to the most secluded building where no one was allowed to enter, which still retained ancient architecture,
where a person always lived.
"This is the elder of the Seymour Family; they have lived here and can predict the fate of all the Seymour heirs."
