"Do you think my parents want to go back?" Sophie Wilson snorted coldly.
The sudden voice made Old Mr. Wilson pause slightly, unsure as he asked, "Sophie Wilson?"
"Yes, it’s ." Sophie Wilson laughed, "This afternoon, I was the one who confronted your wife. Don’t take out your anger on my dad. He’s good-natured, but I have a bad temper."
"Insolent!" Old Mr. Wilson shouted angrily.
"I’m even more insolent!" Sophie Wilson yelled back fearlessly, "Don’t co bothering my parents again, or you’ll be sorry!"
Old Mr. Wilson was both amused and angry at Sophie Wilson’s audacity: "Alright, how exactly are you going to make sorry? I’d like to see."
"What? Have you forgotten how your precious daughter tried to give away?" As soon as Sophie Wilson said this, she heard Old Mr. Wilson on the other side taking a deep breath, "I didn’t report it, but if I did, it wouldn’t just be a matter of dropping it. Child trafficking is subject to legal action."
"Mason Wilson, are you just going to let her be this insolent?" Old Mr. Wilson knew that Sophie Wilson was utterly fearless, so he could only press his own son.
"Dad, what Sophie said is the truth," Mason Wilson said with a somber expression.
"Fine, fine, fine!" Old Mr. Wilson said angrily, "Do you think the Wilson Clan would be nothing without you?"
"If you have the guts, don’t ever co back!" After saying that, Old Mr. Wilson angrily hung up the phone.
Sophie Wilson snorted disdainfully, saying, "As if anyone cares about going back."
"Dad, don’t be afraid of him, I’ll back you up." Sophie Wilson boldly patted Mason Wilson’s shoulder with a smile.
Mason Wilson couldn’t help but laugh and cry looking at his daughter, flicking her smooth forehead with his hand, laughing and scolding, "Do I really need your backup?"
You’re underestimating .
"Well, in any case, we’re not afraid of them." Sophie Wilson snorted.
Before the words left her mouth, Sophie Wilson was already swept into a broad, warm embrace, with a large hand gently rubbing her forehead, full of heartache.
Mason Wilson: "..."
He’s truly my dad!
Truly!
He wasn’t even using force!
Could Charles Seymour please ease up on that hostile look?
On Sophie Wilson’s side, after hanging up the phone, she acted like nothing happened, but Old Mr. Wilson was already fuming mad.
"Rebellious child! Rebellious child!" Old Mr. Wilson was so angry he paced around the room; if Mason Wilson were in front of him right now, he’d definitely kick him.
"Don’t ever think about coming back!" Old Mr. Wilson cursed, "It’d be better if you died out there!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? That’s our son!" Old Mrs. Wilson objected fiercely.
"What son? He’s just trying to infuriate to death!" Old Mr. Wilson was getting more enraged as he spoke, "I’m planning for his future here, and yet he wants to defy . Has he lived these years in vain?"
"He’s just montarily blinded by Sophie Wilson. Why argue with the child? If you don’t let Mason co back, do you want the Wilson Clan to have no successor?" Old Mrs. Wilson felt that Old Mr. Wilson was being completely unreasonable.
"Why not?" Old Mr. Wilson said with a cold laugh, "Is he the only person in the Wilson Clan?"
"Who else but Mason?" Old Mrs. Wilson looked at Old Mr. Wilson in shock; was he mad with anger?
"Erie! Erie’s child can also inherit the Wilson Clan!" Old Mr. Wilson said in a deep voice.
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