"How could Erie’s body possibly bear a child, and besides, how old is Erie now?" Old Mrs. Wilson really thought Old Mrs. Wilson had gone mad, already starting to babble nonsense.
"Don’t let her give birth, go abroad for surrogacy," Old Mrs. Wilson said.
Old Mrs. Wilson was stunned. This ti he was truly enraged, saying such words.
"You, you... What exactly are you thinking? How could Erie endure such suffering?" Old Mrs. Wilson was practically in tears from anger.
"He doesn’t want to co back, then don’t co back. Does he think the Wilson Clan can’t function without him?" With a wave of his hand, Old Mrs. Wilson went directly to the study; he needed to calm down.
He was truly too disappointed in Mason Wilson.
Making such a chaotic ss, does he even have the Wilson Clan in his heart?
The idea Old Mrs. Wilson had was only ntioned to Old Mrs. Wilson, who wasn’t foolish enough to tell others, but their argunt was so loud that Chaya Davis overheard a bit of the commotion.
Then she found an opportunity to quietly tell Ophelia Wilson.
"Ophelia, this is an opportunity," Chaya Davis said with a gloating smile. "Their fallout is actually to your advantage. As long as Jas cooperates with Peace Corporation, you hold the Wilson Clan firmly in your hands. Then, wouldn’t the Wilson Clan naturally beco yours?"
"This matter... I’ll have to think it over," Ophelia Wilson did not give Chaya Davis a definite answer, but her mind was indeed active.
Chaya Davis spoke with Ophelia Wilson for a long ti, seeing that she was still undecided, she grew a little anxious.
However, Chaya Davis did not openly persuade Ophelia Wilson more but instead found an opportunity to give Jas Reed a call.
"Did Uncle and Old Mrs. Wilson have a falling out?" Jas Reed sighed lightly, "What a ss, sigh..."
"Don’t sigh, Jas, what a great opportunity this is. Mason isn’t coming back, you should seize this chance and take over the Wilson Clan," Chaya Davis urged Jas Reed. "If you take over the Wilson Clan, you’ll stand even more firmly in Seymour Corporation."
"Auntie, I can’t do that." Jas Reed refused without hesitation. "My love is for Ophelia as a person, not the Wilson Clan as a background. Moreover, Old Mrs. Wilson was just speaking out of anger; even if the father and son really argue, it will pass."
Jas Reed said with a smile, "It’s not at the point of tearing the relationship apart, just give Old Mrs. Wilson an out and it will be fine. I still hope for harmony and peace within the Wilson Clan; after all, it’s also Ophelia’s family."
"Hey, you child..." Chaya Davis really didn’t expect Jas Reed to say this, leaving such a good opportunity untouched—isn’t that foolish?
"Auntie, I have things to work on here, so I’ll hang up now." After hanging up, Jas Reed silently turned off the recording device.
A cold and ruthless light flashed in his eyes.
The Wilson Clan, of course, he wanted to swallow it whole; he didn’t mind having more leverage at all.
Only with more leverage could he quickly take over Seymour Corporation, and no longer be suppressed by that old, tirelessly enduring person.
However, he could not act directly himself, especially with such matters; he was an honorable man—how could he do such things?
He couldn’t do it himself, but Chaya Davis could.
I wonder if she has grasped what I ant from what I said earlier.
For Ophelia’s sake, Chaya Davis should do sothing, shouldn’t she?
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