The tears she had been holding back suddenly flowed uncontrollably.
She covered her mouth with one hand, suppressing the sobs.
But the faint whimpering leaked out and traveled clearly through the phone, reaching Charles Seymour’s ears, making his eyebrows knit into a tight knot.
He rushed towards Sophie Wilson with large strides, his face dark as he coldly and urgently asked, "What’s wrong?"
In the next second, the soft body that leapt into his embrace made his body stiffen and his mind go blank.
The sound of crying from the person in his arms, and the tears soaking through his shirt and burning into his heart, deeply scorched him: "Who bullied you?"
These five words, imbued with intense murderous intent, were fiercely spat out.
If someone bullied her, he wouldn’t mind reverting to his old ways!
"You." The single word from Sophie Wilson left all the cold, murderous aura Charles Seymour had unleashed hanging awkwardly in mid-air.
As Sophie Wilson looked up from his embrace, she saw someone’s face, full of murderous intent suddenly turn bewildered. The fierce yet cute expression made her burst into laughter.
Seeing Sophie Wilson whose face still bore tears yet smiled so radiantly, Charles Seymour was truly baffled, completely unable to comprehend the situation.
"Who told you to be so nice to me? Can’t I be moved?" Sophie’s unreasonable words instead made Charles discreetly breathe a sigh of relief.
So she wasn’t bullied after all.
After crying enough, the grievance in her heart dissipated. It’s just, her tears seemed to have smeared onto his clothes, which was a bit awkward.
However, the person involved seemed to sense nothing, his gaze towards her was profound, and it seemed like there was even a glimmering light passing through — seemingly, he was in a good mood.
"Let’s go back." Charles naturally took hold of Sophie’s hand, leading her to the side, and soon they saw the car parked by the roadside.
From this spot, you could just see the entrance of the Wilson Clan villa.
No wonder as soon as she ran out the door, she saw him so quickly.
"Why haven’t you gone back yet?" Sophie asked curiously.
Actually, she had already guessed the answer in her heart, but she just had to ask knowingly.
Yes, she just wanted to tease him, who told him to be so obviously restrained and flirtatious.
"Isn’t waiting for a girlfriend the duty of a boyfriend, hmm?" The last "hmm" had a little hook to it, stirring Sophie’s heart with ripples.
Ugh, since when did his restrained flirtation turn into obvious flirtation?
Why did it feel like she was the one being teased?
"Not talking to you, going home." Sophie shook off Charles’ hand and got into the car.
Charles pondered these two words and suddenly realized the meaning conveyed by them together... were quite nice.
Suppressing the corners of his mouth that wanted to curl up, Charles kept a cold face as he opened the car door and got in.
Seated in the car, Sophie seemed to mutter to herself, "I just don’t get it, we’re both daughters, why does my mom dislike me so much?"
"Whatever my sister does is right, and everything good goes to her, while I feel like a lowly servant."
"And my dad... Regarding the matter of Eva embezzling funds, I had President Palmer give my dad a heads-up in advance, yet my mom scolded me over firing Eva, why didn’t my dad explain right from the start?"
"My dad says he loves me? All he’s good for is talking about love!"
"I want to sever ties with them!"
"I want a career of my own!"
"I want to shine so brightly, it blinds their eyes!"