"Erie!" Benjamin hurriedly took out the dicine and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Erie, Erie, don’t scare mom!" Old Mrs. Wilson was so frightened her face turned white, both her hands raised, wanting to pat Erie Wilson but worried it might worsen her condition, so she was helplessly watching.
"Quickly, take her to the hospital." Old Mr. Wilson urgently shouted, telling Mason Wilson to drive there.
"No need, no need." Erie Wilson had taken the dicine, felt a bit better, and with her family around, what was there to be afraid of, being bullied?
"What’s going on with Erie?" Old Mrs. Wilson was smart, she imdiately saw why her daughter suddenly got sick.
It must be that lawyer’s letter!
"Sophie Wilson actually wants to sue !" Erie Wilson was furious: "Mom, look!"
Old Mrs. Wilson took a look and was so angry her face turned blue: "What on earth is going on with this Sophie Wilson?"
The letter actually ntioned suing her daughter for defamation and other reputational nonsense.
"Clarissa, don’t you know that Sophie Wilson? Hurry and call to ask what’s going on?" Old Mrs. Wilson grew angrier as she spoke, "She got my daughter so worked up she ended up hospitalized. I haven’t even settled the score with her, how can she do this to Erie?"
Seeing Clarissa Taylor unresponsive, Old Mrs. Wilson hurriedly urged: "Hurry up and call her!"
Clarissa Taylor gave Old Mrs. Wilson a glance, took out her phone to make the call, and it connected quickly: "Sophie..."
"Let talk!" Old Mrs. Wilson, in a movent defying her age, adeptly snatched Clarissa Taylor’s phone, "Sophie Wilson, right? What do you an? Why did you send my Erie a lawyer’s letter?"
Old Mrs. Wilson, having grabbed the phone, imdiately began to interrogate.
Sophie Wilson, holding the phone, curled her lips and calmly asked two words: "Who are you?"
When had Old Mrs. Wilson ever been treated with such tone?
She instantly got angry!
"Sophie Wilson, I am Erie Wilson’s mom, you got my daughter so worked up she’s now in the hospital, I haven’t held you accountable yet, you..."
"Oh, so you’re the relative of that ntal patient? Next ti, watch your family patient better, don’t let them run around, they might hurt soone." Sophie Wilson sincerely suggested.
"Nonsense, who’s the ntal patient? You are... Hey, hey?" Old Mrs. Wilson cursed twice before realizing that Sophie Wilson had hung up.
Old Mrs. Wilson dialed the phone again, and as soon as it connected, before she could curse, she heard Erie Wilson’s voice from the other end: "... Ill-mannered wild child..."
"What, what is this?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked, trembling internally.
"This is the insult from your family’s patient to in public. If there’s anything, talk to my lawyer. If you keep harassing , I don’t mind sending a few more lawyer’s letters." Sophie Wilson finished speaking and decisively hung up, and the world was completely quiet.
Then, she tiptoed to Charles Seymour’s study door, carefully opened the door, sneaked in like a thief, aid at the broad, upright back turned against her, and suddenly pounced, shouting: "Hi!"
Charles Seymour didn’t feel scared at all, smoothly held Sophie Wilson with his hand: "What’s the matter?"
On Charles Seymour’s back, Sophie Wilson mischievously swung her two feet, and her hands were equally restless as she pinched his ear: "Mr. Seymour, what’s the matter with the lawyer’s letter?"
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