Christopher Moore looked at Old Mr. Moore with disappointment in his eyes, "Grandfather, she's just an ordinary woman, you..."
"It's precisely because she's ordinary that she can't be the matriarch of the Moore family."
Christopher Moore angrily said, "I don't want to manage the Moore family at all!"
"You must manage it! The heir has to be you, Christopher Moore! After you, it will be your son, then your grandson!"
"Grandfather!!!"
Christopher Moore raised his voice and loudly shouted at Old Mr. Moore.
But Old Mr. Moore remained obstinate, "I will not give up on this; the child must return to the Moore family."
Having spoken, he snorted heavily, intending to leave the place.
But Christopher Moore took out his phone and handed it to the old butler.
The old butler glanced at it and felt something was wrong. Trembling, he handed it to Old Mr. Moore, who, upon seeing it, widened his eyes, gasping for breath, clutching his chest and breathing heavily...
