"Why call him a brat?" Old Mrs. Seymour wasn't happy that her beloved grandson was being talked about, even if it was by her husband.
"I mean, shouldn't he propose first?" Old Mr. Seymour was afraid of this wife of his and quickly explained.
"I was just guessing. Besides, seeing Sophie and him interact last time, isn't their marriage just the natural course of things?" Old Mrs. Seymour snorted, waiting for Old Mr. Seymour with dissatisfaction.
"Yes, yes, that's right." Old Mr. Seymour nodded repeatedly; everything was as his wife decided.
After Charles Seymour hung up the phone, he thought for a moment, then quickly typed on the computer. Soon his phone rang, and upon hearing the astonished questioning from the other end, he blandly threw over four words, silencing the other party immediately: "Just do as told."
Does he need others to say anything about his decisions?
Then, he made several more calls to find people; a proposal always requires a ring.
