Once Erie Wilson, who had cried until everyone was annoyed, had left, Ophelia Wilson asked puzzledly, "Grandpa, does this matter... have any significance?"
"Even if Jas’s older brother can hold an engagent party on the ninth floor and invite so big nas, so what? Are those people his friends, or can they help him establish a Seymour Corporation?" Ophelia Wilson asked calmly.
"Grandpa, you’ve fought in the business world too. Is it useful to only rely on knowing a few so-called big nas without having any strength of your own? Can those people go against their own principles and help him without limits?"
Except for feeling a bit embarrassed at the engagent party, Ophelia had figured it out on her way back.
An engagent party doesn’t an anything.
More importantly, she must stabilize the Wilson Clan, convince them to continue supporting Jas!
"Hmm, you do have a clear head." Old Mrs. Wilson nodded with satisfaction, saying with a smile, "Don’t quarrel with Jas over so small issue. You young couple have a long journey ahead and shouldn’t create a rift over trivial matters."
Old Mrs. Wilson seed not to care at all about the embarrassing incident at the engagent party, but Ophelia Wilson wasn’t so easily deceived.
Who was the one with the gloomy face all the way here just now?
Ophelia held deep disdain in her heart; wasn’t he speaking so nicely only because he heard her calm analysis earlier?
She had no doubt that if Jas’s position in the Seymour Family was unsteady, Old Mrs. Wilson would kick her out of the Wilson Clan without hesitation.
"Don’t worry, Grandpa, I naturally understand that." While Ophelia was complaining in her heart, she didn’t show any dissatisfaction on her face, still smiling gently and calmly.
After all, she still needed to stay in the Wilson Clan, and for Jas, their help was still useful.
As for other people’s attitudes, she could disregard them all.
Old Mrs. Wilson, for the sake of profit, could even drive out his own son, so what could she expect from such a person?
Could she expect him to feel that so-called familial love for her?
She just needed to stabilize the Wilson Clan and then help Jas!
"Hmm, that’s good." Old Mrs. Wilson slowly nodded, smiling with satisfaction, "Go rest."
Ophelia then smiled slightly and went upstairs to rest.
Chaya Davis glanced at Old Mrs. Wilson with a complex expression, and followed closely behind her. She did not return to her room, but went into Ophelia’s bedroom instead.
"Ophelia, the current situation is quite dire." Chaya Davis said worriedly, "The Wilson Clan is really too arrogant. What if after you help them ally with Jas and cooperate with the Peace Group, they suddenly turn their backs on you?"
Chaya Davis had clearly seen the ugly side of the Wilson Clan. They were indeed too insidious and shaless. She was just afraid her daughter would suffer.
"Mom, you’re overthinking it." Ophelia mocked, "It’s the Seymour Family that’s cooperating with the Peace Group, it’s Jas. The Wilson Clan is just tagging along. As long as they want to board the great ship of the Peace Group, they have to support Jas, support ."
"What if they bring Sophie Wilson back in the future?" Chaya Davis frowned with concern, not wanting to see Sophie take over her daughter’s place.
The eldest daughter of the Wilson Clan could only be her daughter!
"What’s the use of bringing her back?" Ophelia asked, amused, not worried in the least.
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