She patiently listened, occasionally chiming in with a few words.
Listening to Grace Wilson’s meaningless cursing, Ophelia Wilson rolled her eyes in disdain. What’s the use of just cursing and crying?
"Grace, what are you going to do in the future?" Ophelia Wilson kindly guided her, "Now everyone believes you wronged Sophie Wilson. In the future... Grace, how will you face people?"
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"Grace, you need to be careful." Ophelia Wilson took the initiative to avoid arousing Grace Wilson’s suspicion, "I clearly had someone investigate, and there were no such documents. Yet, Sophie Wilson brought out so many things... Grace, it seems someone is backing Sophie."
"Someone? Am I afraid if she has someone? What she did in the crew is a fact!" Grace Wilson said hatefully, "What am I afraid of now?"
"Grace, Grace... don’t be impulsive. You can go elsewhere, somewhere remote, where there’s no internet, where no one knows you. After a few years, this matter will fade..." Ophelia Wilson "kindly" advised, suggesting ideas to Grace Wilson.
In fact, she was painting a picture for Grace Wilson of how dire her situation was now, and how miserable her life would be if she didn’t fight back.
"Ophelia, don’t worry about it. This time I’m going to fight to the end with her!" Grace Wilson hung up the phone.
"Hey, hey..." Ophelia Wilson shouted into the phone a couple of times, realizing it was indeed hung up, then coldly laughed and threw the phone aside.
Grace Wilson at least had a bit of spirit. No matter what, just ruining Sophie Wilson’s reputation would be enough.
This way, how could a disgraced Sophie Wilson return to the Wilson Clan?
As Ophelia Wilson was thinking, the doorbell rang downstairs, and the housemaid soon came to knock on her room door: "Miss, Mr. Reed is here."
"James?" Hearing that James Reed had arrived, Ophelia Wilson excitedly rushed downstairs.
Downstairs, James Reed, travel-worn, smiled gently at her.
"James, why are you here so late?" Ophelia Wilson immediately threw herself into James Reed’s arms, "Weren’t you on a business trip?"
"Yeah, I just got off the plane." James Reed said with a smile, "Came to see you."
"James." Ophelia Wilson was overjoyed, James had just returned from a business trip and came to see her before even going home, her heart overflowed with sweetness, James was really good to her.
This only strengthened Ophelia Wilson’s determination. She must be the daughter of the Wilson Clan, must marry James Reed, and use the Wilson Clan’s resources to help him.
So, no matter what, Sophie Wilson must not return, cannot become the daughter of this Wilson Clan!
"James is here." Mason Wilson came downstairs, smiling as he spoke.
"Uncle Wilson." James Reed politely greeted.
"Have a seat." Mason Wilson invited him.
"No need, Uncle Wilson. I just came to see Ophelia." James Reed said with a smile.
"Dad, James just came back from a business trip." Ophelia Wilson said proudly, "Look, James even brought gifts for you and mom..."
"You child, just come, why bring these things?" Mason Wilson’s words made James Reed smile lightly, "Just some local specialties. Uncle Wilson, I should be going, you get some rest."