Clarissa felt a bit relieved upon hearing this.
Since her brother said this, it was a good sign. She was just worried he would pretend nothing was wrong, which would be a real problem.
After carefully giving so more instructions, Clarissa finally hung up the phone. She really hadn’t expected Chaya Davis to be so shaless, to even do such things.
Since Charles Seymour said he would handle it, she let it go.
Given Charles Seymour’s ans, he would definitely handle it much better than she could.
——
"Really shaless," Old Mrs. Wilson muttered, stewing in her anger inside the room.
Old Mr. Wilson shook the newspaper in his hand and asked, "What’s wrong with you now?"
"What’s wrong with ?" Old Mrs. Wilson snatched the newspaper from Old Mr. Wilson, saying, "That Chaya Davis actually moved into our ho, how can she have the nerve?"
She used to quite like Chaya Davis, but ever since she found out about the past events, no matter how she looked at Chaya Davis now, it felt awkward.
How can this woman have so many sches?
She could even heartlessly send away her own child.
Is this sothing a mother could actually do?
"Why wouldn’t she have the nerve?" Old Mr. Wilson didn’t have much feeling towards it, "Now that she’s divorced Jerry, Ophelia is her only plan, not to ntion, she’s still thinking about our son."
"Bah, I won’t let soone like her into our Wilson Clan!" Old Mrs. Wilson scornfully cursed, "Marrying her would be ruining our son."
At that mont, Old Mrs. Wilson thought of how good Clarissa was.
"Clarissa, too—Mason got angry, and she didn’t try to calm him. Instead, she left with him. Is this how one should be a daughter-in-law?" Old Mrs. Wilson complained, "You old coot, did you really kick our son out?"
"How could I?" Old Mr. Wilson snorted, "He’s my only son. If I drive him away, who will inherit the Wilson Clan?"
"Then why didn’t you stop him back then?" Old Mrs. Wilson was anxious upon hearing this. Although she favored her daughter more, she still cared deeply for her son.
"Stop what?" Old Mr. Wilson grumbled, "Mason is already a grown man, yet he still acts so rashly. It’s ti to give him a lesson, to let him realize what life would be like outside the Wilson Clan and whether he can still be as illustrious as before."
"Moreover, it’s good timing for him to leave now. By the ti the Wilson Clan collaborates with the Seymour Family and starts working with Peace Group, Ophelia won’t have any use." Old Mr. Wilson was calculating as he spoke. He knew they couldn’t rely on the Seymour Family forever, so he wanted to use this opportunity for the Wilson Clan to connect with Peace Group. With Peace Group backing them, they wouldn’t have to care about the Seymour Family.
Hearing this, Old Mrs. Wilson finally understood and felt relieved, asking, "Are you going to acknowledge Sophie Wilson back?"
"Of course, we must acknowledge her," Old Mr. Wilson sighed lightly, "She is the bloodline of our Wilson Clan, how can we not?"
"However, that child’s temperant is too fiery, so it’s just right to temper her, to let her know who calls the shots in this Wilson Clan, so she doesn’t co back and not know the rules!" Old Mr. Wilson, of course, had his plans. He was now appeasing Ophelia’s intentions to pave the way for the Wilson Clan’s future, while also making Sophie Wilson aware that even if it was his own son, if disobedient, he would also face being kicked out.
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