Charles Seymour opened his mouth to speak, but Sophie Wilson’s voice ca through the phone: "Having you is enough for ."
He was a step behind, caught off guard by her charm, and his ears seed to feel a bit warm. He replied in a low voice, "Having you is enough for too."
Sophie Wilson listened and chuckled softly, "I know. Alright, you should rest early too, take your ti with those notes, there’s no rush."
"Mm." Charles Seymour responded, but he didn’t really plan to do as Sophie said. With these precious notes in his hands, of course he wanted to finish them as soon as possible.
He needed to solve everything about Sophie early, only then could he be at ease.
Unfortunately, Charles Seymour’s perfunctory attitude didn’t fool Sophie Wilson. She "warned" him: "If I see you tomorrow looking sleep-deprived, hmm... be careful!"
Sophie Wilson’s arrogant tone, even across the phone, Charles could imagine her smug little expression, as he had seen it many tis before.
"Okay." Charles Seymour responded good-naturedly.
"Mm, that’s more like it." Sophie said satisfied, then bid goodnight before hanging up the phone.
After Charles Seymour hung up the phone, he let out a sigh of relief in secret. It seed Sophie was not affected by Mason Wilson, and he felt reassured.
As for Sophie suggesting he rest early... Charles turned to look at his laptop, picked up his phone, and set an alarm for himself. He would only work for one hour.
If Charles Seymour’s forr comrades knew that the research fanatic set an alarm for himself, it would probably shock them imnsely.
Everyone knew that once Charles Seymour started training, studying, or researching, nothing could interrupt him.
Now, he was actually setting an alarm voluntarily. Well... you could say that in this world, there’s always soone or sothing that can counterbalance another.
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Clarissa Taylor returned to the hotel room. Mason Wilson quickly approached her, noticing her slightly red eyes, sighed softly, pulled her to sit down, and asked: "What did Sophie say?"
"Nothing much." Clarissa still felt a bit upset and sighed, "This child doesn’t have high expectations of us."
Mason Wilson nodded in understanding, "After all, we’ve never had any interaction before, feeling estranged is inevitable."
Clarissa glanced at Mason and asked: "You still haven’t accepted Sophie as our daughter, have you?"
Mason was taken aback by the question and gave a wry smile, "Clarissa, I think the mistakes of the past can’t be undone. We can recognize Sophie and make it up to her. As for Ophelia..."
"I thought we had agreed." Clarissa’s face darkened, her gaze turning cold, "Not to disclose our relationship with Sophie for now."
"Yes." Mason nodded helplessly, "I just don’t think Ophelia is that kind of person. We watched her grow up, how could she have such dark thoughts?"
He felt his wife was overthinking Ophelia.
Did Ophelia Wilson know all along that she wasn’t their daughter?
How could that be possible!
Where did she find out?
"Grace Wilson is targeting Sophie. She knows Sophie is my savior, so why is she helping Grace?" Clarissa questioned irritably, "And she knows Sophie is in the crew, yet she didn’t ntion it to us even once?"
Mason Wilson was left speechless and reluctantly nodded after a long pause, "Alright, we’ll do it your way, and see how things unfold first."
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