Christopher Moore saw the situation, glanced at Old Mr. Moore, and followed Ruby Mercer's steps.
"Come back here!"
Christopher took a pause, "Grandpa, my wife and child have already left, staying here serves no purpose. I won't be having dinner. Goodbye!"
Richard Moore looked at Old Mr. Moore with eyes full of disappointment, "Father!"
Words of persuasion ultimately did not come out.
Lady Moore also didn't dare to make a sound. Ever since she entered the family, even until today, the person she feared the most, aside from Richard Moore the madman, was Old Mr. Moore.
"Ruby, wait for me!"
Christopher hurriedly grabbed Ruby Mercer, his tone carrying a hint of childish resentment.
"Hmph! Don't you listen to your grandpa?"
Ruby Mercer's tone carried a faint note of jealousy, which filled Christopher with joy.
