"What?" Elijah Schmidt was taken aback; he hadn't expected such a straightforward answer.
He was still worried that he would regret it because of that woman, but to his surprise, "Are you sure!?"
Thinking he had misheard, he couldn't help but ask again.
"There's no need for doubt." Walter Schmidt's lips curled coldly, and he suddenly turned to leave, his steps heavy. When he reached the door, he paused, turned to look at his father, "Just, it's best not to meddle in my affairs in the future!"
With that, the man had already opened the door and left.
Elijah Schmidt stared at the study door, his expression slightly angry, but in the end, he said nothing, just furrowed his brows tightly and punched the desk...
Downstairs, a crowd waited anxiously, not daring to make a sound at the sight of the father and son's expressions when they had gone upstairs.
