Bang!
"Ouch..." Old Mr. Seymour cried out in pain, and then he heard Old Mrs. Seymour exclaim, "Old man, what's wrong with you?"
"N-nothing... just lost my balance."
"At your age? Can't even sit properly?" Old Mrs. Seymour complained while asking, "Do you want me to get a doctor to take a look, so you don't hurt yourself?"
"No, no need." Old Mr. Seymour waved his hand, he wasn't that delicate.
"How did you manage to fall?" Facing his wife's complaints, Old Mr. Seymour felt quite wronged, "It was that brat who startled me!"
"What happened? What about Charles?" When Old Mrs. Seymour heard it was about her grandson, she hurriedly inquired.
"Here, ask him yourself." Old Mr. Seymour handed the phone to Old Mrs. Seymour, first rubbing his arm, which he had hurt from the fall.
"Charles, what's going on?" Old Mrs. Seymour, making sure Old Mr. Seymour was okay, quickly asked.
"Grandma, I want to get engaged to Sophie." Charles Seymour said.
