"Sophie." Old Mrs. Wilson began, her voice aged and hoarse, inexplicably stirring a pang of sadness in one’s heart.
This kind of inevitable old age truly has a special way of evoking the deepest sorrow within people.
Even Julian, who doesn’t have much affection for the Wilson Clan seniors, showed a softer expression at this mont.
"Please have a seat." Sophie Wilson smiled openly, unaffected by Old Mrs. Wilson’s deanor.
Old Mrs. Wilson and Old Mrs. Wilson did sit down, but as soon as Old Mrs. Wilson was about to speak, Sophie asked with a smile, "Aren’t you going to tell my mom first why you’re here instead of visiting her?"
As soon as Sophie finished speaking, Old Mrs. Wilson and Old Mrs. Wilson’s expressions changed, and Julian finally realized how they got in.
It turns out they called Sophie’s mom at the entrance of the community, got the guards to let them in, and ca directly to Sophie’s place instead of her mom’s.
Just as Sophie finished, the doorbell ringed, and the housekeeper hurried to open it. Clarissa quickly walked in, looked at Old Mrs. Wilson and Old Mrs. Wilson, and asked, "Mom and Dad, why are you at Sophie’s place?"
This confird the correctness of Sophie’s assumptions.
Julian shot Old Mrs. Wilson and Old Mrs. Wilson a disdainful glance. At their age, how could they be so shaless?
Old Mrs. Wilson felt a bit uneasy, but Old Mrs. Wilson remained unaffected, after all, he was once the head of Wilson Corporation and had seen it all.
To him, this was just child’s play.
"We thought of coming to see Sophie first, given she was wronged back then." Old Mrs. Wilson said sincerely.
His attitude was indeed exceptionally good.
Julian observed Old Mrs. Wilson quietly retreating, feeling this grade of "exchange" was beyond his intervention, hoping not to create more trouble for Clarissa.
Clarissa was way tougher than him, and if force was needed, he would step in.
"No grievances at all." Sophie laughed generously, "I never intended to return to the Wilson family, so I’m not wronged at all."
Sophie’s words instantly turned Old Mrs. Wilson’s face somber; probably not many had spoken to her like that.
Would Sophie care about Old Mrs. Wilson’s expression?
Definitely not.
"Mrs. Wilson, don’t be upset. Really, I’m absolutely telling the truth; I genuinely don’t intend to covet Wilson’s family assets. I can take care of my own parents." Sophie cheerfully clung to Clarissa’s arm, not letting her mom speak.
In this family, the combat strength depends only on her.
"Besides, my dad is very competent and doesn’t need to support him." Sophie said with remarkably good temper looking at them, "Old Mrs. Wilson, you needn’t worry, even when my dad gets old, I’ll support him. I won’t go after Wilson’s property."
"Sophie, what kind of talk is that?" Old Mrs. Wilson, far calr than the completely darkened Old Mrs. Wilson, laughed and said, "The Wilson family business originally belonged to Mason, and it will be yours in the future too."
"No need." Sophie quickly waved her hand and said, "We certainly don’t want it."
As she spoke, Sophie added another line: "Well, mainly because we have too much on our hands already, and honestly, we’re not interested in the rest."
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