"When I get married, it will be to Jas. Even if they do it for profit, they have to fawn over , beg . Sophie Wilson... in the Wilson Clan, she is only fit to carry my shoes." Ophelia Wilson was extrely confident.
Chaya Davis heard this and finally felt relieved, letting out a long breath: "That’s good, that’s good. Today really scared ; I thought... hey, look at Sophie and Charles Seymour, the way they’re acting, it’s really... too hateful."
"Sophie’s just jealous," Ophelia Wilson sneered, "She can’t go back to the Wilson Clan, and now that she sees I’m getting engaged to Jas, she’s just jealous of ."
"Mom, think about it, what skills does she have? What skills does Charles Seymour have? They couldn’t find any other way to outdo us, so they had to stir trouble at this engagent banquet." The more Ophelia thought about it, the more she felt it made sense.
"This ti, with so many people invited and such a big scene, it’s probably reached its peak." Ophelia understood this, but she still felt a bit of resentnt.
"Old Mr. Seymour really dotes on Charles Seymour. How much money must he have thrown at this?"
Old Mr. Seymour was not so generous with Jas, let alone throwing money; he didn’t even acknowledge Jas as a mber of the Seymour Family.
Hmm, really an old fool!
Wait until Jas secures the cooperation with Peace Corporation, let’s see how he regrets it then.
After Ophelia Wilson finished speaking, she instead comforted Chaya Davis: "Mom, don’t overthink it, it’s just an engagent banquet. We need to look at the long term."
"Mm." Chaya Davis looked at Ophelia Wilson affectionately, "I’m fine, I’m just worried you’ll be wronged."
"How could Jas let be wronged? He was just fooled by Old Mr. Seymour. But it doesn’t matter because sooner or later, the Seymour Family will belong to Jas. The Seymour Family doesn’t have anyone capable of taking over the Seymour Corporation, only Jas has that ability." When talking about Jas Reed, Ophelia Wilson’s eyes were full of light.
"As long as you know what you’re doing." Chaya Davis nodded, "Ophelia, I don’t have much money, but if you need it, just tell Mom. I can’t compare to Mason Wilson and Clarissa Taylor, but over the years, I’ve saved a little from my salary."
"Mom, how could I take your salary? You’ve suffered all these years; in the future, just follow and enjoy life." Ophelia Wilson smiled and took Chaya Davis’s hand, speaking with filial concern.
"Ophelia, you’re really my good daughter." Chaya Davis was extrely moved, feeling that her daughter was truly worthy.
After a conversation between the mother and daughter, Chaya Davis returned to her room so as not to disturb Ophelia Wilson’s rest.
anwhile, Old Mrs. Wilson finally managed to persuade Erie Wilson to let Benjamin Walton take her away, then sighed and returned to the room, saying to Old Mrs. Wilson, "Look at this ss, what a disgrace."
During the engagent banquet, there were quite a few friends from their Wilson Clan. It was supposed to be a mont of satisfaction, but instead, they were embarrassed. What a situation!
"That’s also the Seymour Family’s disgrace, nothing to do with us," Old Mrs. Wilson said, completely indifferent.
"Who says it has nothing to do with us?" Old Mrs. Wilson wasn’t so optimistic, "Isn’t Sophie a mber of our Wilson Clan?"
Two granddaughters, one stepping on the other, and the one being stepped on is the granddaughter they’ve always stood by, while the one in the spotlight stepping on others is the one they don’t acknowledge from the Wilson Clan.
"Who knows how people outside are laughing at us." Old Mrs. Wilson felt uncomfortable just thinking about it. At her age, this was truly a disgrace beyond compare.
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