"What do you want to go back for?" Ophelia Wilson pushed Chaya Davis’s arm away and harshly questioned, "To let Jas’s parents see the marks on us? To let them know we were just..."
The words were forcefully swallowed by Ophelia Wilson; she didn’t want to bring up those two words again.
"But Ophelia Wilson is a madwoman! What if she gets to us again while we’re staying at the hotel?" Chaya Davis was genuinely scared, trembling so much that she didn’t notice the change in Ophelia’s attitude toward her.
It was a lot more rough than usual, devoid of that respect.
"If the people you found were more reliable, would this have happened?" Ophelia Wilson stared at Chaya Davis with resentnt, "Four grown n couldn’t deal with one Sophie. How useless can you be?"
"How was I supposed to know they’d do this?" Chaya Davis stared at Ophelia Wilson in shock, "Ophelia, are you blaming ?"
"Of course I’m blaming you!" Ophelia Wilson’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with hateful red lines, "What kind of lousy idea did you co up with! Who exactly are you trying to harm?"
"Ophelia, didn’t you agree after you found out?" Chaya Davis couldn’t believe Ophelia would say this, but wasn’t Ophelia just as eager to follow along and watch?
How did all the bla end up on her now?
"Alright, stop talking about it." Ophelia Wilson irritably waved her hand, "We’ll stay at the hotel now and wait for Jas to marry ."
"But..." Chaya Davis wanted to say more, but was cut off by Ophelia Wilson’s fierce gaze, "If you don’t want to stick with anymore, go ahead and do whatever you want now, I won’t interfere!"
"Ophelia, listen to yourself, in this world, it’s just the two of us relying on each other, how could I bear to leave you alone?" Chaya Davis said with discomfort, "I’m just worried Jas will be swayed by his parents."
"He won’t be, Jas is not that kind of person." Ophelia Wilson asserted firmly, "We’ll stay at the hotel for now, once I’ve married Jas, we can rightfully live with the Seymour Family!"
"Alright, alright, Mom will listen to you." Chaya Davis quickly said.
She was so clever, knowing that at this mont, Ophelia Wilson was her only support. If she wanted to enjoy a good life, she absolutely couldn’t offend Ophelia.
The two of them stayed at the hotel, and early the next morning, Ethan Seymour finished breakfast and asked Charlotte Reed, "Where are those two?"
"Jas said it seems they’re staying at the hotel." Charlotte Reed replied.
"Hmph, tell Jas, I will absolutely not agree to this marriage." Ethan Seymour said sternly, "If he wants to prepare for the wedding, he might as well wait until after my funeral!"
Ethan Seymour said this and angrily pushed his chair away and left for work.
Recently, because of the Ophelia Wilson issue, he and his son hadn’t spoken for many days.
He just didn’t believe Jas would defy him for such a woman.
Charlotte Reed sighed lightly, her shoulders slumped as she went upstairs, looking extrely exhausted.
The housemaid saw this and shook her head helplessly, poor Madam, it really wasn’t easy being stuck in the middle.
But the master is also thinking of the young master’s welfare, yet the young master, he’s just too sentintal.
If you asked them, it was Ophelia Wilson who was shaless, even after all this, still having the nerve to cling to their young master, shaless!
Once Charlotte Reed went upstairs and returned to her bedroom, where was the difficult look on her face?
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