"Alright." Ophelia Wilson agreed without hesitation. "Grandma, James said that today, I should go meet Uncle Seymour for dinner and casually talk about this situation." Ophelia Wilson hung up the phone and said, "James’s elder brother’s identity is rather... so James isn’t comfortable directly talking to Uncle Seymour." "Alright." If anyone else had said this, Old Mrs. Wilson would have been anxious, but as these are Seymour Family matters, she naturally had no objections. "Dad and Mom, maybe you shouldn’t go." Ophelia Wilson considerately said, "Sophie Wilson, no matter what, saved Mom. It would be too awkward for Mom to go." Such considerate words from Ophelia Wilson made Clarissa Taylor "feel quite relieved": "Alright, then you all go." Upon hearing Clarissa Taylor’s words, Old Mrs. Wilson rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction, thinking her daughter-in-law was incompetent. If her son had gone with Chaya Davis, none of these issues would have arisen. The family tidied up and prepared some gifts for the visit to the Seymour Family. While others were bustling about, Clarissa Taylor and Mason Wilson returned to their room. Clarissa Taylor tossed her purse aside and sneered, "Ophelia Wilson is really planning well, doing this on purpose, maligning Sophie Wilson in front of her grandparents!" This way, before Sophie Wilson could be acknowledged, she had already left a bad impression with them. Compared to a granddaughter they hadn’t seen in many years, Emerie Wilson was the one her grandparents cared most about. Clarissa Taylor never expected her daughter, whom she raised for over twenty years, would be so heartless and cunning! Mason Wilson didn’t say anything, just held Clarissa Taylor’s hand, silently communicating his presence. On the other side, James Reed hung up the phone and directly called Charlotte Reed, "Mom, tonight Ophelia’s grandparents, along with her aunt and uncle, will come to our house for dinner. Please prepare." "Are they coming for something? Discussing engagement dates?" Charlotte Reed asked. James, so boldly proposing at the press conference, is doing this to avoid further trouble due to the online slander against Ophelia Wilson, delaying things by claiming work obligations. Now that the online fuss about Ophelia Wilson has subsided and doesn’t affect James anymore, it’s time to discuss it. "No, it’s about my elder brother." James Reed said, still referring to him as his elder brother, but with clear disdain in his words, showing he never took Charles Seymour seriously. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 James Reed explained to Charlotte Reed, who immediately understood her son’s intentions: "Alright, I’ll make sure everything is prepared, don’t worry." After hanging up the phone, Charlotte Reed quickly directed the family’s servants to prepare the meal for hosting the Wilson Clan. Incredibly, Charles Seymour sent a lawyer’s letter to the Wilson Clan over a woman; she wants Ethan Seymour to see how his eldest son is abusing his influence. The Reed Clan mother and son along with certain members of the Wilson Clan each harbored their thoughts, while on the other side, Charles Seymour finally emerged freshly showered, leaned against the bed, randomly drying his wet hair, and picked up his phone to dial. "You brat, finally remembered to call your grandpa?" Old Mr. Seymour grumbled with a couple of hums. "Grandpa, pick a lucky date." Charles Seymour straightforwardly said. "Pick a date for what?" Old Mr. Seymour’s puzzled voice came through, Charles Seymour’s lips curled into a smile, his gaze gentle, "I want to get engaged to Sophie."