After she finished speaking, Ophelia Wilson was momentarily stunned, then laughed and shook her head, "Grace, you're as kind as your mother. Don't take my words to heart."
"No, Ophelia, you're absolutely right. Why shouldn't I uncover her identity? My mother was concerned about my father, but she almost drove Grandma sick with anger." Grace Wilson thought more and more that Ophelia's words made sense, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Grace, even if you're going to say that, it wouldn't be good to cause a scene yourself." Ophelia hinted to Grace.
Grace paused, nodded, and said thoughtfully, "I understand."
"Ophelia, thank you, really thank you!" Grace had a solution and didn't want to waste any more time here. She was eager to go back and deal with Sophie Wilson.
After saying goodbye to Ophelia, she quickly ran off.
Ophelia sat alone by the table, picked up her coffee, took a sip leisurely, and her lips curved into a wicked cold smile: "Sophie Wilson, she really isn't dead."
