Mason Wilson and Clarissa Taylor returned home, and the two found Ophelia Wilson at home, exchanging glances.
"Ophelia, you’re joining the crew in a few days, have you prepared everything?" Clarissa asked.
"Mom, don’t worry, I’ve got everything ready," Ophelia replied with a smile, "It’s not my first time joining a crew."
"Are there any familiar faces in this production? It’d be good to have mutual support," Clarissa asked with a smile.
"I know some, but not particularly familiar ones. Don’t worry, Mom, I’ve got an assistant with me so it’ll be fine," Ophelia said so sensibly and understandingly, making Clarissa’s heart grow colder.
After exchanging a few words with Ophelia, Clarissa finally returned to her room.
Once in the room, Clarissa saw Mason Wilson, who also wore an unpleasant expression.
"Let’s wait for the results to come out," Mason had naturally overheard the conversation between Ophelia and his wife earlier.
Ophelia clearly knew Sophie Wilson was in the crew too, and she knew Sophie saved her mother, why wouldn’t she mention this?
Not even a single mention... this clearly indicated she didn’t want them to interact with Sophie Wilson.
If she really knew nothing, given her usual way of handling things, she wouldn’t ignore the lifesaver of her mother.
The more Mason thought about it, the colder he felt inside.
Even if Ophelia wasn’t their biological daughter, twenty years of bonding as a family, could blood ties really matter more?
Even if they found out, they would still treat Ophelia as their own daughter.
However, the way it looks... Ophelia truly seems to have known all along, and yet... persistently wants to suppress Sophie Wilson.
Thinking about the daughter he cherished for over twenty years, oppressing what might be his biological daughter, Sophie Wilson, without his knowledge... Mason couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
He’d rather be mistaken, overly worried, but all the signs indicate he, perhaps, wasn’t overthinking at all.
"Who are you calling?" Mason asked, surprised to see Clarissa dialing.
"I’m asking Kai what kind of person Charles Seymour is," Clarissa said.
"Alright," Mason nodded in agreement.
Even though Kai Bright was a frivolous heir, his character wasn’t bad.
Aside from lacking ambition, he was decent in other respects.
Clarissa called Kai Bright and roughly explained the situation, but there was silence on the other end: "Kai, Kai, are you listening to me?"
"Yes, I am," Kai Bright coughed slightly, his tone a bit odd.
"Kai, just what kind of person is Charles Seymour?" Clarissa curiously inquired.
"Well, he is quite capable," Kai Bright said honestly, "Aunt, don’t worry. He’s definitely not a bad person and won’t covet the Wilson Clan’s wealth."
With Kai Bright’s reassurance, Clarissa felt more at ease.
Aside from being playful, Kai Bright was reliable in handling affairs.
After hanging up on Clarissa’s call, Kai Bright immediately dialed Charles Seymour, his hands trembling with excitement.
So incredibly thrilling.
As soon as the call connected, Kai Bright excitedly shouted, "Brother-in-law, come on, call me brother and let me hear it!"
Finally a chance to retaliate, finally a chance to surpass Charles Seymour! ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵
Kai Bright truly wanted to laugh three times, to express celebration!