"Oh, by the way, I went to the temple recently to pray for my aunt and sought a safety charm. I happened to get one for both uncle and aunt as well." Ophelia Wilson said with a smile as she took out the safety charm and handed it to Albert Fletcher.
Albert Fletcher’s eyes lit up as he gratefully accepted it and carefully put it away: "Ophelia, you really went out of your way."
"It’s nothing," Ophelia Wilson said with a wave of her hand, smiling. "Brother Fletcher has helped so much, and I can’t really do much for uncle and aunt. As long as you don’t mind."
Albert Fletcher smiled without saying much, but he noted it in his heart and beca even more attentive to Ophelia Wilson’s matters.
After everything was discussed, Albert Fletcher finally left.
Ophelia Wilson slowly curled her lips into a smile. She knew that Albert Fletcher cared most about his parents.
Ever since his parents were in a car accident a few years ago, he has developed an obsession with safety charms and similar things.
Getting these little trinkets doesn’t require much effort, and it can make Albert Fletcher grateful to her. Why wouldn’t she do it?
After confirming the job, Ophelia Wilson also resolved Erie Wilson’s issues. The remaining thing, of course, was to prepare for the engagent.
The engagent dress was already being made, but there were still many things that Ophelia Wilson needed to finalize.
Invitations, small accessories that need to be prepared, along with all kinds of miscellaneous things—as it all added up, it was enough to keep Ophelia Wilson busy for a while.
But Ophelia Wilson was happily busy with it.
"Ophelia, you’ve lost weight," Chaya Davis looked at Ophelia Wilson with concern, "Will the dress still fit when it’s done?"
"It will, Mom," Ophelia Wilson said with a smile. "I intentionally lost weight, so I look better on the engagent day."
"I’m planning to live stream the engagent, so I want to look better on cara," Ophelia Wilson said, touching her face with a smile.
On that day, she had to be the most beautiful bride-to-be, stunning Jas.
"Mom, help pick which jewelry would look good for the occasion," Ophelia Wilson quickly flipped through the product catalog, asking for Chaya Davis’s advice.
While the two of them were busy with excitent, Old Mrs. Wilson was increasingly disapproving of Chaya Davis.
"Look, she really thinks this is her ho," Old Mrs. Wilson used to like Chaya Davis, but now whenever she thought about how Chaya Davis switched their children and kept scheming against their family, her heart felt heavy.
"Co on, if you’re upset, just look at them less, won’t you?" Old Mrs. Wilson frowned and said, he was already swamped with company issues, and she was grumbling here and there?
He hadn’t handled affairs for many years, and suddenly taking over was a bit overwhelming.
Especially recently, due to online effects, there had been significant business fluctuations, and now he was even more so caught in a whirlwind of tasks.
"Can’t I just say a few words?" Old Mrs. Wilson complained, why couldn’t he empathize with her a little?
"If you love talking, find soone else to talk to, I don’t have the ti! Or shall I accompany you in talking and let the company’s matters slide, ignoring them?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked with slight ire.
Could she just let him have so peace of mind?
She genuinely thought he had nothing better to do than listen to her complain about trivial matters every day?
Old Mrs. Wilson was holding a grudge, feeling very agitated, but she knew it wasn’t a good ti to bother him, so she could only reluctantly compromise: "Alright, alright, I get it, you just go and do your work."
Seeing Old Mrs. Wilson was about to leave, Old Mrs. Wilson frowned and advised, "Don’t say things you shouldn’t, and don’t forget what’s truly important!"
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