This voice in the private room was so loud that it made Mason Wilson’s ears buzz and his mind ring.
Charles Seymour sat there, his gaze calm and cold from start to finish; if one looked closely, they could see the deep mockery in his eyes.
Charles Seymour picked up the water cup on the table and took a sip slowly; speaking so much at once was rare for him, and his throat was still not quite used to it.
Mason Wilson stood in the private room, the great company director staring blankly at Charles Seymour as if he were a fool.
No one knew how long it was before Charles Seymour put the cup back on the table, the bottom lightly tapping against the table with a crisp ding, finally bringing Mason Wilson back to his senses.
As Mason Wilson regained his composure, he realized a cold sweat had broken out on his forehead. He quickly grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped his face dry, bent over, propped up the chair, and sat back down.
"Are you saying..." Mason Wilson was startled by his own hoarse, unpleasant voice as he started to speak. He cleared his throat before continuing, "that my sister might have done this?"
"Might?" Charles Seymour let out a mocking snort, making Mason Wilson feel particularly embarrassed.
Charles Seymour paid no mind to Mason Wilson’s emotions; he only cared about Sophie Wilson: "You don’t need to investigate; Sophie has no intention of returning to a danger-ridden Wilson Clan. She’s fine by my side!"
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"Can you make decisions for the Wilson Clan?" Charles Seymour wasn’t underestimating Mason Wilson; the Wilson Clan was just that complicated.
How did Emerie Wilson, someone with her head in the clouds, grow up this way if not for the pampering from the old folks of the Wilson Clan?
Mason Wilson is a director, but his parents are still alive. It seems the Wilson Clan has been handed to Mason Wilson, but let’s not forget, Mason Wilson’s father holds quite a bit more shares than Mason Wilson.
"When it comes to my daughter’s matters, I can naturally make decisions." Mason Wilson’s confident statement didn’t win Charles Seymour’s admiration, only earning him a disdainful laugh, "Haven’t you always been avoiding it?"
Mason Wilson was left feeling suffocated by the remark, in sheer discomfort, and finally smiled wryly: "Mr. Seymour, do you have to be so blunt?"
Leaving him no dignity at all really left him no way to save face.
Charles Seymour glanced at Mason Wilson and said flatly: "This is Sophie’s matter."
Mason Wilson was stunned, realizing the meaning behind Charles Seymour’s words, looking over in shock. He truly hadn’t expected Charles Seymour to care so deeply about Sophie.
The meaning behind Charles Seymour’s words was obvious. This was Sophie’s matter, which is why he acted this way; if it were someone else’s matter, he probably wouldn’t even care.
He had heard that ever since Charles Seymour went to the training camp, he had not once returned to Ethan Seymour’s house.
For someone so cold-hearted and emotionless to go to such lengths for Sophie, as a father, Mason Wilson was naturally pleased.
Mason Wilson hadn’t spoken yet when Charles Seymour already stood up, turned, and left the private room to find Sophie Wilson. What was the point of continuing to talk to Mason Wilson?
Of course, having a meal with Sophie was far more important.
Mason Wilson said nothing, just watched Charles Seymour’s back and fell into deep thought.
Charles Seymour had brutally forced him to face the reality he didn’t want to confront, making him choose.
On one side were his sister and parents, and on the other, his wife and daughter... This choice, it was truly...
Mason Wilson smiled wryly.