Nowadays, it’s not just that consurs aren’t buying in, even the Wilson Corporation’s partners are starting to have issues.
Who wants to partner with a company so tangled up in chaos and unable to distinguish right from wrong?
If any real problems arise in the future, given the shaless behavior of the Wilson Clan, who knows what kind of ss they’ll create?
Old Mr. Wilson sighed frequently at ho, looking dispirited, as if he had aged several years overnight. Old Mrs. Wilson was also extrely anxious and suggested, "How about we let Mason co back?"
Mason has been managing the company all along; her husband hasn’t dealt with the company’s affairs for years. This sudden takeover is causing chaos.
"Why call him back?" The ntion of this made Old Mr. Wilson angry, "If he still rembers this is his family, how could he not know about such a significant online scandal?"
"He’s currently bewitched by that little wench, Sophie Wilson!" Old Mrs. Wilson tried to excuse Mason Wilson. In her heart, no matter what happened, it was always soone else’s fault; her children were the most innocent, "Talk to him properly, Mason will definitely co back."
Old Mr. Wilson beca even more agitated: "You want , as a father, to beg my son?"
"That’s not what I an." Old Mrs. Wilson explained, "I an, he’s our son, what father and son can’t resolve their differences? Just talk it out, won’t you?"
"Do you really want our company to end up in outsiders’ hands?" Old Mrs. Wilson shot a glance at Old Mr. Wilson. Yes, there are people managing the company now, but the major decisions are still made by Old Mr. Wilson.
The issue is, how old is he now?
How can he have the energy to manage the company continuously?
"Talk it out?" Old Mr. Wilson snorted coldly, replied impatiently, "He’s not listening to anything right now."
"Enough, this matter... I’ll discuss it with Benjamin." Old Mr. Wilson, extrely frustrated, called Benjamin Walton, asking him to bring Erie Wilson to their ho tonight.
Now, there’s only one last resort to save the Wilson Clan.
"Mom and Dad." Erie Wilson had been enjoying her ti at ho these days. Even after she was discharged, Benjamin often stayed ho with her, allowing her to forget the unpleasantness of the past.
Now, she looked radiant, hardly like soone who had been hospitalized not long ago.
"Erie, you’re here? Go wash your hands and eat; everything today is your favorite." Old Mrs. Wilson smiled as she welcod Erie Wilson.
At the dining table, Old Mrs. Wilson particularly took care of Erie Wilson. Erie Wilson didn’t notice anything, but Benjamin Walton sensed sothing unusual.
After dinner, Old Mr. Wilson said to Benjamin Walton, "Benjamin, co to my study."
"Okay." Benjamin Walton nodded and stood up.
Erie Wilson was about to join her mom to watch TV, but Old Mr. Wilson stopped her: "Erie, you co too."
"?" Erie Wilson asked, bewildered, pointing at her nose. Why was she being called along with Benjamin for her father’s discussion?
"Co, I’ll go with you." Old Mrs. Wilson, worried about her daughter, decided to join as well.
Old Mr. Wilson glanced at them but said nothing, then entered the study.
Downstairs, Chaya Davis softly asked, "What’s going on?"
"The Wilson Clan can’t hold on anymore." Ophelia Wilson replied with a cold laugh.
"Can’t hold on anymore?" Chaya Davis was shocked upon hearing this. She had just started to enjoy a few good days, and now the Wilson Clan was failing?
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