"Actually, before going to the Wilson Clan last time, I was still hesitating on whether to go all the way with this." Sophie Wilson sighed softly, feeling quite helpless.
This lifetime doesn’t count, but in the previous one, she truly regarded Stephen Wilson and them as family.
Even though the treatment at home wasn’t always fair, she always consoled herself, thinking every family has its moments of parental favoritism.
This time around, she thought that after exposing Grace Wilson’s plot of borrowing from loan sharks, she would watch their reaction.
Their reaction... truly did not disappoint her!
All the favoritism was directed towards Grace Wilson.
Now, she was incredibly grateful that she had no blood ties with their family.
"What?" Charles Seymour’s face looked a bit harsh, "If they spoke up for you, you would’ve let them off?"
Did she forget how she "got lost" in the first place?
Feeling compassion for that family of beasts, what was she thinking?
Did she know what the situation was like after she got lost, the things she went through? If she remembered now, she would definitely wish to tear Stephen Wilson’s family apart!
The hatred in Charles Seymour’s eyes was cold to the core, which sparked a suspicion in Sophie Wilson’s mind.
When she "got lost", what happened between her and Charles Seymour that made him so... agitated?
However, thinking is one thing, Sophie Wilson wasn’t foolish enough to ask directly.
After all, even if she asked, Charles Seymour wouldn’t tell.
"I’m not that magnanimous." Sophie Wilson said with a smile, "I won’t let anyone who wronged me off the hook."
As soon as Sophie Wilson finished speaking, she could clearly feel Charles Seymour’s body stiffen, as if the air instantly froze.
Sophie Wilson raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Why? Did you do something to wrong me?"
Charles Seymour’s pupils dilated in horror, though his expressionless face still pretended to be calm.
Sophie Wilson suddenly leaned closer to Charles Seymour, so close that their breathing intertwined, creating a pressing stance that made Charles Seymour’s heart beat wildly in an irregular rhythm.
"What could I have done to wrong you?" Charles Seymour, after all, is Charles Seymour, and even at this moment, he could speak so calmly without a trace of flaw, revealing no hint of any unusual emotion.
"Well, I wouldn’t know... But, I can roughly guess, for instance..." Sophie Wilson gave Charles Seymour a meaningful look and then fell silent.
Simultaneously, she distanced herself from Charles Seymour, returned to her seat, and leisurely took a sip of juice.
She dropped the subject!
She let it go, no problem, but the issue was Charles Seymour had a problem!
Staring gloomily at Sophie Wilson, Charles Seymour asked, "Such as what?"
"Forget it, I won’t say, saying it would hurt feelings." Sophie Wilson sighed lightly, sweeping Charles Seymour a glance that seemed to imply she was wronged somehow.
Countless thoughts exploded in Charles Seymour’s mind in an instant, all boiling down to one question—what did she remember?
"Go ahead, I’m listening." Charles Seymour probed quite calmly, but only heaven knew, his heart had already been gripped fiercely by an invisible hand, squeezed tight, constantly twisted.
"For instance... are you seeing other women behind my back... hmm..." Every word Sophie Wilson said tugged at Charles Seymour’s nerves, making him tenser and tenser, then she asked with a playful smile, "with other women outside?"
Charles Seymour was dumbfounded.