Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 554 Right
"How... how can you do this?" Ophelia Wilson finally reacted, trembling as she forced these words through clenched teeth.
This time, she was trembling not out of fear, but anger.
"What I do, how does it concern you?" Charles Seymour glanced at Ophelia Wilson with indifference, and just that glance stirred a strong sense of inferiority within her, as if she were the most insignificant speck of dust in the world.
She, the eldest daughter of the Wilson Clan, lived a life of prestige from childhood, let alone later becoming a star in the spotlight, adored by countless fans. Wherever she went, if she didn’t intentionally hide her whereabouts, she would be surrounded by throngs.
Yet, Charles Seymour’s glance stripped all her glory away, exposing the most humble version of herself.
This feeling... this feeling... made Ophelia Wilson uncomfortable, like when she was a child and met the person who claimed to be her mother on the way home from school, realizing she wasn’t truly the Wilson Clan’s daughter. No, it felt even worse than that.
Ophelia Wilson stared dumbly at the man who was high and mighty. The initially cold Charles turned around, and when his icy gaze fell on Sophie Wilson, it instantly melted away, spring bloomed, and a slight smile even appeared on his thin lips: "As long as Sophie is happy."
Ophelia’s breath caught, forgetting her feelings of inferiority in anger, she furiously yelled, "Is Sophie Wilson more important than everyone else?"
Charles Seymour showed not a hint of hesitation, nodding and responding with a powerful word, "Yes!"
Ophelia Wilson couldn’t describe her feelings. More than the intense anger, she realized that what was stirring in her heart was the sourness of jealousy.
Why?
Why does Sophie Wilson have such good fortune?
From birth, Sophie Wilson was the daughter of the Wilson Clan.
Then, meeting Charles Seymour, why does he love her unconditionally?
Why?
What’s wrong with her?
Why did she have to learn to please others since childhood, even if she shares mutual feelings with James, she has to curb her temper and emotion, cautiously displaying an understanding and graceful demeanor.
She truly felt inferior, fearing that all the hard-won things around her would suddenly disappear one day.
Yet, why does Sophie Wilson get to live so freely?
The flames of jealousy constantly gnawed at Ophelia Wilson’s heart, twisting her originally delicate facial features into an ugly grimace.
By this time, Charles Seymour had already put on his coat, preparing to leave the room holding Sophie Wilson’s hand.
"Charles Seymour, stop right there!" Ophelia Wilson shouted angrily, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Grandpa and Uncle what you said, let them see what kind of ingrate they’ve raised."
"If you don’t want them to know..." Ophelia Wilson’s negotiation attempt was interrupted by Charles Seymour, "Let them know."
With that, Charles Seymour said not another word to Ophelia Wilson, and left with Sophie Wilson.
As Sophie Wilson was leaving, she turned back and made a face at Ophelia Wilson, making her mind buzz with rage, nearly fainting on the spot.
Sophie Wilson was actually provoking her!
"Charles Seymour, Sophie Wilson, you’re forcing me!" Ophelia Wilson reached into her bag, pulled out a recorder pen, and gripped it tightly, a heavy hatred flashing in her eyes, like a venomous snake, terrifying.
