"Sophie Wilson, you're really funny." Ophelia Wilson, who wished nothing more than for Sophie to die, now knowing that Sophie's boyfriend was the odious elder brother of her own boyfriend, stood even more firmly in opposition to Sophie.
"Does a father have to beg his son to come see him? Is this how a son behaves?" Ophelia frowned and scolded, glaring at Sophie.
"Ophelia, saying it like that won't make her realize she's wrong." Grace Wilson squeezed her way in, beginning with a sneer, "She herself stole her father's inheritance and drove her father and grandmother out. How could someone like that think she's in the wrong?"
Grace Wilson's words made the people around stare at Sophie with peculiar looks.
Charles Seymour, who hadn't reacted at all until now, had a flash of coldness in his eyes as he stepped forward to stand by Sophie's side.
The surrounding sharp aura suddenly erupted, like the blade of a sword, directly targeting Grace.
