Misunderstandings can sometimes be so wonderful, creating illusions that shouldn't exist.
Compared to Ethan and the others being so joyful, Old Mr. Seymour was puzzled and asked Old Mrs. Seymour, "Why did you stop me from saying that earlier? That date is chosen for Charles."
"Why say so much to him?" Old Mrs. Seymour had long decided she no longer had a son like Ethan. After living this long, what can't she look past?
If they're not family, there's no need to force it.
"Hand me the phone. I'll tell Charles to get ready soon," Old Mrs. Seymour said, reaching out her hand.
Old Mr. Seymour quickly took the phone, dialed the number, and then handed it to his wife.
"Grandma?" Charles Seymour answered the phone, asking puzzledly.
"Charles, your grandpa and I have picked a date, but it's a bit rushed. The time is..."
"The day after tomorrow, right? That's doable," Charles interrupted, leaving Old Mrs. Seymour speechless for a moment.
