"Aren't you a child of the Seymour Family?" Old Mr. Quinn spoke instinctively, only realizing he'd let something slip after he said it.
"I'm going to the hospital first," Melody Thorne avoided Jared Quinn and started to walk outside.
Just as she stepped out of the hall, Old Mr. Quinn grabbed Jared's arm with an angry yet threatening tone, "I'm telling you, if my granddaughter-in-law is taken away by the Seymour Family, I won't acknowledge you as my grandson. You can go wherever you like then."
The Butler: "..."
"Don't worry, she won't leave," Jared Quinn's eyes deepened, "She could betray the whole world for me, how could she just leave me behind?"
"Heh, she won't leave? Where does your confidence come from?" The old man snapped coldly, mercilessly striking at his grandson.
The butler at this moment very much wanted to nod in agreement, indeed, he hadn't seen much attachment from the young lady towards the young master.
