Sophie Wilson smiled, turned around, and walked away without comment.
She certainly knew why Stephen Wilson insisted on saying he loved her and didn’t want her to leave.
After all, all of Stephen Wilson’s current assets were actually hers.
Was Stephen Wilson reluctant to let her go?
No, no, no... absolutely not.
What Stephen Wilson couldn’t let go of was the money!
"Sophie, Daddy loves you!"
Just as Sophie Wilson turned around, she could still hear Stephen Wilson’s hypocritical voice behind her; she found it laughable, and nothing else.
The family she once thought she cared about, after emotional detachment, no longer stirred any feelings.
Naturally, she wouldn’t hate them anymore.
Because she had long since stopped caring about them.
Now what she had to do was take back what was hers; as for the rest, she didn’t care to bother.
Wasting energy on these people... were they worth it?
Once the urgent matters were handled, Charles Seymour pushed the remaining tasks onto his subordinates and rushed home.
Seeing the obvious non-working hours, the driver didn’t say a word and drove the car more steadily.
He didn’t want to anger his master, who was on the edge of irritation.
Today, his master dealt with matters exceptionally fast, for one reason only—Miss Wilson went to the Wilson Clan alone.
Using a third less time than usual, they parked the car steadily in the garage.
The driver watched as his master got out of the car the moment it stopped, wasting not even half a second.
When the driver followed him inside, he saw Sophie Wilson listening to something on her laptop with headphones. Seeing them come in, she smiled and took off her headphones, waving at them.
"Why are you back so early?" Sophie Wilson asked Charles Seymour with a smile.
"Nothing much going on." Charles Seymour said without changing his expression, nearly making the driver jump in surprise.
Was the bustling scene he saw at the office just an illusion?
The driver looked sympathetically at Sophie Wilson, feeling that Miss Wilson, being with their master... seemed easily hoodwinked.
Well, their master was really... ahem, you know.
He refrained from judging his master openly, but it seemed obvious that Miss Wilson might not be a match for his master.
"What are you listening to?" Charles Seymour, unaware of the driver’s inner thoughts, casually asked.
Sophie Wilson directly unplugged her headphones, and the laptop’s sound immediately filled the room. The Wilson Clan’s shameless comments permeated the quiet living room with a repulsive stench.
"...If you leave, never come back!" finally, Cassandra Lee screamed hysterically. Sophie Wilson paused it with a grin, looking at Charles Seymour, "Do you think it’s justified for me not to go back?"
"It’s because I’m such a filial person." Sophie Wilson spread her hands innocently, as if she herself was moved by her own filial piety.
Why was he worried about Sophie Wilson just now?
The driver quietly turned around, retreating to his room to heal.
Master and Miss Wilson are too dangerous!
Sophie Wilson chuckled, "Lucky that hidden camera you gave me was effective; it captured everything clearly."
"Look at their faces; it’s all on tape." Sophie Wilson proudly turned the laptop toward Charles Seymour to show him clearly.