In the private room at this moment, other than Emily Taylor's gentle voice of persuasion, there was only the sound of Charles Taylor crying his heart out.
Charles Taylor was still rolling on the ground.
He was used to being coddled, and now, as all the adults were preoccupied with their matters, nobody paid any attention to him.
Because no one was there to coax him, Charles Taylor kept rolling on the ground, almost making it from the edge of the dining table to the door of the private room.
However, everyone's attention was focused on Aidan Lucas; no one cared about the little brat Charles Taylor was being.
"Ethan, what you just said was too harsh, don't hurt the feelings between relatives," Emily was still gently persuading him, though her tone was no longer taking Simon Taylor's side.
"That wasn't a harsh word, it was just the truth," the man said indifferently.
He lowered his gaze and fiddled with his cell phone for a moment.
