Benjamin skillfully took out the dicine and gave it to Erie, showing that he regularly takes care of his wife.
All of this was observed by Old Mrs. Wilson, who said in a deep voice, "Benjamin, take Erie upstairs to rest."
"Okay." Benjamin seed completely unconcerned about Ophelia Wilson’s presence, his eyes full of concern for his ailing wife.
Benjamin helped Erie upstairs, and Old Mrs. Wilson, naturally worried, followed along, instructing the maid to prepare so easy-to-eat food to bring up.
After all the commotion, her daughter hadn’t had lunch yet; Erie’s health couldn’t afford hunger.
After ensuring they were upstairs, Old Mrs. Wilson turned to Chaya Davis and said, "Stop putting on an act here. As Erie’s father, I know her best."
"Uncle, I..." Chaya Davis pressed the corners of her eyes, sobbing pitifully.
"Enough, stop wasting my ti here." Old Mrs. Wilson looked at Ophelia Wilson and said, "Ophelia, Jas Reed wants to marry you because you’re a child of the Wilson Clan. You’re smart and you know what choice to make."
Old Mrs. Wilson wasn’t foolish; he naturally heard that Ophelia Wilson and Chaya Davis had already acknowledged each other.
As for why Ophelia Wilson didn’t return to Chaya Davis’s side... hmph, is there any need to ask?
The Taylor Family, praised for their scholarly reputation, is indeed better than the average family, but compared to the Wilson Clan... what do they count for?
Ophelia lowered her gaze and said, "Grandfather, Jas is a person of deep emotions and loyalty."
Old Mrs. Wilson laughed at this; however, the laughter was filled with so much coldness, it sent shivers down the spine: "Ophelia, you can try and see how deep Jas’s emotions and loyalty really are."
Ophelia was taken aback, looking at Old Mrs. Wilson, surprised that he spoke so bluntly, with no regard for face.
"Ophelia, if you’re a child of the Wilson Clan, we will naturally have your back and won’t let outsiders bully you. If you’re an outsider, why would the Wilson Clan engage in such thankless efforts?" Despite Old Mrs. Wilson’s age, his presence was still intimidating when he laughed.
The small calculations in the hearts of Ophelia and Chaya Davis were entirely transparent before him.
"Discuss the engagent with Jas’s parents tonight, whether you want the Wilson Clan to be present or Chaya Davis, think it over." After leaving these words, Old Mrs. Wilson got up and went upstairs. He still needed to see his daughter.
The maids and others all hid away, leaving the first-floor space to Ophelia and Chaya Davis.
Ophelia furrowed her brows, displeased with what Old Mrs. Wilson had said earlier, "Mom, I’ll go back with you."
"What nonsense are you talking?" Chaya Davis was startled and quickly looked around, ensuring no one was eavesdropping before lowering her voice to say, "Why would you give up being the Wilson Clan’s eldest miss and go back with ?"
"Don’t you know that your father is a stubborn old man? Now that things have gotten out, I doubt he and I can go on. What good would it do for you to follow ?"
She did all this back then to ensure her child would have a good life; if Ophelia went back with her, wouldn’t it all be in vain?
Moreover, if Ophelia stayed with the Wilson Clan, it would only disgust Clarissa.
As long as that woman Clarissa wasn’t living comfortably, she would be pleased.
Who told Clarissa to snatch Mason Wilson away back in the day?
She had known Mason first; if it weren’t for Clarissa’s appearance, she would have been the Wilson Clan’s daughter-in-law. What place would Clarissa have?
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