"How do I remember that Emerie Wilson has never worked? It seems like she’s been spending your parents’ money her whole life, and after you got married, your husband supported you. You really have no shame." Sophie Wilson looked at Emerie Wilson, not angry at all, and said leisurely.
Emerie’s face changed, hearing the laughter from those around, she shouted angrily, "How am I the same as you? That’s my parents’ love for me! Who are you? Just someone abandoned by their parents since childhood!"
"That’s why I have all the more right to spend their money, it’s their compensation for me, it’s mine!" Sophie’s gaze turned icy, heavily emphasizing the last three words.
For some reason, whenever Emerie locked eyes with Sophie, it sent an inexplicable shiver down her spine.
That phrase "it’s mine" from Sophie made Emerie feel like it was directed at her. Follow current novels on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
How does she owe Sophie?
Wasn’t she just feeling sorry for her supposed good sister?
Besides, she had left Sophie some money back then, what more could Sophie be unsatisfied with?
"A truly uneducated wild child!" Emerie snorted haughtily, "I won’t stoop to your level."
"That’s still better than having inexplicable fits of madness like you." Sophie mocked.
"Where’s the patient? Where’s the patient?" The emergency responders from 120 rushed over, leaving Emerie stunned, "Sophie Wilson, you really called 120!"
"Of course, when I see a patient having a fit, how could I allow her to continue harming others? Who knows when you might go crazy, what if you suddenly start attacking pedestrians?" Sophie’s words were so infuriating that Emerie felt a sharp pain in her heart and bent over with an "ouch."
Seeing this, the emergency responders hurriedly rushed in to provide first aid and then carried Emerie away.
Emerie got so worked up by Sophie that she had a heart attack, at least the ambulance wasn’t called in vain.
Sophie snorted, turned around, and continued picking out scarves as if nothing had happened.
She couldn’t let a lunatic ruin her good mood of buying a gift for Charles Seymour.
She really admired Emerie for not only not being afraid but also daring to deliver herself up; her brain must be exceptionally troubled.
Sophie had just picked up a scarf to look at when her phone suddenly rang. Seeing the caller ID, she answered with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Seymour, aren’t you busy with work?"
"Where are you?" Charles Seymour’s voice was quite stern, with a hint of hidden anger.
Sophie was puzzled, not thinking he would be mad at her, but rather a bit worried, "What’s wrong? Is there a problem at work?"
"Where are you? Who did you run into?" Charles’s question made Sophie burst out laughing. So it wasn’t about him having a problem after all.
After figuring it out, Sophie relaxed, her tense heart slowly settling back in its place, then reported the name of the mall she was currently at, and asked, "Did Lawyer Newell tell you? It’s nothing, I just ran into that brainless Emerie, and I’ve already dealt with it."
"Hmm." Charles nodded, "Why did you go to the mall? Have someone else buy whatever you need."
"I was just out for a casual stroll since I had nothing better to do," Sophie laughed, what a joke, having someone else buy couple scarves, that would be too insincere, right?
"What did Emerie say?" Charles asked.
Sophie had to recount the incident earlier, and Charles only felt reassured enough to hang up after ensuring she was okay.