Just when Clarissa was feeling complicated, she heard Charles Seymour's calm voice: "How many pieces?"
Clarissa turned to look and saw Charles Seymour's sullen face. Even she couldn't help but tremble inwardly when seeing such a Charles; his presence was just too overwhelming, wasn't it?
With Sophie being together with him, what if one day he's in a bad mood? Wouldn't Sophie suffer?
Sophie blinked twice and pouted, "I want to eat."
Charles Seymour didn't say anything; he just stared at Sophie with his eyes as dark as the night.
Mason Wilson broke into a cold sweat upon seeing Charles Seymour's expression.
He, a grown man, couldn't stand Charles' aura. Thinking about his daughter having to live with Charles Seymour every day, Mason couldn't help but worry.
No matter how high Charles Seymour's status was or how much wealth he had, if he wasn't good to his daughter, Mason wouldn't feel at ease with Sophie being with him.
Who knows when Sophie might get bullied.
