"Let's talk about it later." Eleanor Armstrong hadn't thought that far yet.
The matter of the wedding date could be decided by the two children.
Charlotte Young said cheerfully, "Mom, don't take offense at what I'm about to say! Some things must be struck while the iron is hot. While the Thompson Clan has not yet reacted, we must hasten the third son and Miss Thompson to settle things! After all, you know the situation with the third son. We can't wait for the Thompson Clan to react and then kick our third son ..."
Kicked him out.
When she reached these two words, Charlotte deliberately paused.
Eleanor Armstrong frowned slightly, of course understanding what Charlotte meant.
Eleanor struggled to remain calm and turned to look at Charlotte, "Charlotte, try to put yourself in his shoes. If the third son were your younger brother, would you still speak of him like this?"
