Melody Thorne remained in place, showing no intention of joining, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall, "That seat isn’t suitable for me, I won’t go over there and join the fun, you all carry on without worrying about me."

Many in the hall looked on with glee at the scene, while the face of Old Mr. Seymour became extremely unpleasant. In front of so many people, this girl didn’t give him any face at all.

As though she didn’t notice everyone’s gaze, Melody Thorne found a secluded spot, located by the window, and it seemed quite peaceful,

walking over without a word, Melody turned her back on everyone.

"Absolutely no manners," someone grumbled unhappily.

"And she’s not even the heir yet, if it’s confirmed, who knows how arrogant she might become."

"Someone really needs to discipline her properly. Acting like this in public is quite disgraceful."

The voices in the hall grew more and more intense, but Melody Thorne acted as if she didn’t see it.

Everyone was waiting for Old Mr. Seymour to come out and scold Melody Thorne. No matter how much he spoils her, there should be a limit.

Old Mr. Seymour was indeed angry, and just as the cane in his hand was about to hit the floor to signal for Melody to be brought over, Hans Montrose, who had been silent, suddenly stood up, apologetically addressing everyone in the hall.

"Melody has always liked quiet places, perhaps she isn’t used to so many family members suddenly appearing. It’s just a family banquet today, no need for everyone to worry too much, I’ll go over and keep her company."

Hans Montrose walked over to Melody Thorne and naturally sat beside her.

The anger on Old Mr. Seymour’s face entirely disappeared as he looked at Hans Montrose with more and more admiration.

"Alright, alright, everyone stop looking. Let them sit there on their own, those two lovebirds."

The crowd reluctantly withdrew their gazes, the spectacle they were expecting to see did not happen.

The phrase "lovebirds" made Melody increasingly uncomfortable staying there, and when Hans Montrose sat beside her, Melody automatically moved a bit further away, feeling a strong sense of rejection.

Hans said nothing and took hold of her hand, as if he hadn’t noticed the look of annoyance on her face, gripping it tightly, "Melody, give me a chance, and also give yourself a chance, okay?"

His voice was filled with the utmost humble pleading, lowering his status, lowering his male pride, even though he knew that Old Mr. Seymour’s words were something Melody couldn’t really resist, he still wanted to hear Melody agree personally.

"I thought I made myself clear enough," Melody replied with a cold sneer, "Let me put it another way for you: even if I can’t be with Jared Quinn, there’s still no possibility between us. Without him, I’d rather grow old alone. Do you understand what I’m saying now?"

Hans Montrose raised his eyebrows slightly; indeed, her words were resolute enough, yet he still wouldn’t let go of her hand.

Melody Thorne tried to break free from Hans Montrose’s hand, but just then, Old Mr. Seymour spoke up,

"Everyone should know that my illness can only drag on for at most two more months, and the reason the heir to the Seymour Family hasn’t been settled is because I’ve been waiting for my granddaughter to appear. She hasn’t disappointed me, her temperament is very suitable to inherit, today, I’m announcing two things, one is about her lifelong affair, the other is about the heir’s matter."

"Grandfather," Melody Thorne stood up, looking seriously at Old Mr. Seymour, she called out, "Grandfather."