She patiently listened, occasionally chiming in with a few words.
Listening to Grace Wilson’s aningless cursing, Ophelia Wilson rolled her eyes in disdain. What’s the use of just cursing and crying?
"Grace, what are you going to do in the future?" Ophelia Wilson kindly guided her, "Now everyone believes you wronged Sophie Wilson. In the future... Grace, how will you face people?"
On the other end of the phone, there was a sudden pause in the chatter, followed by Grace Wilson’s gritted voice: "I will never let Sophie Wilson go!"
"Grace, you need to be careful." Ophelia Wilson took the initiative to avoid arousing Grace Wilson’s suspicion, "I clearly had soone investigate, and there were no such docunts. Yet, Sophie Wilson brought out so many things... Grace, it seems soone is backing Sophie."
"Soone? Am I afraid if she has soone? What she did in the crew is a fact!" Grace Wilson said hatefully, "What am I afraid of now?"
"Grace, Grace... don’t be impulsive. You can go elsewhere, sowhere remote, where there’s no internet, where no one knows you. After a few years, this matter will fade..." Ophelia Wilson "kindly" advised, suggesting ideas to Grace Wilson.
In fact, she was painting a picture for Grace Wilson of how dire her situation was now, and how miserable her life would be if she didn’t fight back.
"Ophelia, don’t worry about it. This ti I’m going to fight to the end with her!" Grace Wilson hung up the phone.
"Hey, hey..." Ophelia Wilson shouted into the phone a couple of tis, realizing it was indeed hung up, then coldly laughed and threw the phone aside.
Grace Wilson at least had a bit of spirit. No matter what, just ruining Sophie Wilson’s reputation would be enough.
This way, how could a disgraced Sophie Wilson return to the Wilson Clan?
As Ophelia Wilson was thinking, the doorbell rang downstairs, and the housemaid soon ca to knock on her room door: "Miss, Mr. Reed is here."
"Jas?" Hearing that Jas Reed had arrived, Ophelia Wilson excitedly rushed downstairs.
Downstairs, Jas Reed, travel-worn, smiled gently at her.
"Jas, why are you here so late?" Ophelia Wilson imdiately threw herself into Jas Reed’s arms, "Weren’t you on a business trip?"
"Yeah, I just got off the plane." Jas Reed said with a smile, "Ca to see you."
"Jas." Ophelia Wilson was overjoyed, Jas had just returned from a business trip and ca to see her before even going ho, her heart overflowed with sweetness, Jas was really good to her.
This only strengthened Ophelia Wilson’s determination. She must be the daughter of the Wilson Clan, must marry Jas Reed, and use the Wilson Clan’s resources to help him.
So, no matter what, Sophie Wilson must not return, cannot beco the daughter of this Wilson Clan!
"Jas is here." Mason Wilson ca downstairs, smiling as he spoke.
"Uncle Wilson." Jas Reed politely greeted.
"Have a seat." Mason Wilson invited him.
"No need, Uncle Wilson. I just ca to see Ophelia." Jas Reed said with a smile.
"Dad, Jas just ca back from a business trip." Ophelia Wilson said proudly, "Look, Jas even brought gifts for you and mom..."
"You child, just co, why bring these things?" Mason Wilson’s words made Jas Reed smile lightly, "Just so local specialties. Uncle Wilson, I should be going, you get so rest."
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