"Alright." Charles Seymour agreed so readily, simply because of the three words "not familiar" that Sophie Wilson had just said.
It's fortunate that Sophie said those three words, sparing Julian Campbell a "disaster".
The joyful atmosphere was completely ruined after receiving a phone call.
"Hmm, okay, I'll go over tomorrow morning." Sophie Wilson hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair.
It was supposed to be a happy day, but who would have thought someone would dampen it just as she got home.
"Stephen Wilson's call?" Charles Seymour brought in a cup of milk, composed and unbothered by any awkwardness from hearing Sophie's call.
"Yes." Sophie, of course, had nothing to hide from him, nodded, "He asked me to go to their house tomorrow morning. After all this time, they finally thought of a solution."
"It's still a plan to deal with me." Sophie sighed helplessly, "The bias is just boundless."
