Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 568: Inheriting the Lineage
Chaya Davis heard this and showed no sign of anger. Instead, she stood still with the bag in her hand, smiled at Old Mrs. Wilson, and said, "Old lady, the things I bought were with my daughter Ophelia’s money. What’s it got to do with you?"
"You..." Old Mrs. Wilson glared angrily at Chaya Davis, questioning, "Where are your manners?"
Back when she was chasing after my son Mason, she used to sweetly please me every day. Even after they started their own families, she was always showing care and concern for me.
How has Chaya Davis changed like this now?
Is she finally showing her true colors?
"My manners are just fine, at least I don’t meddle in other people’s business." Chaya Davis was quite proud now, with her daughter backing her up, and her son-in-law was about to cooperate with the Peace Group. The Wilson Clan couldn’t do anything to her anymore.
If that’s the case, why should she continue to swallow her anger?
Haven’t all these decades of trying to please the Wilson Clan been enough?
"That’s something you Wilson Clan certainly pass down, right? Emerie Wilson learned this habit from you, didn’t she?" Chaya Davis sneered and said, "Emerie was forced to apologize. Considering Ophelia’s sake, I won’t bother with you."
Chaya Davis’s arrogant words left Old Mrs. Wilson too furious to form a complete sentence. She could only stare wide-eyed, her lips trembling uncontrollably: "You, you..."
"Old lady, if you can’t stand the sight of me, that’s fine. Just wait a few more days, and Ophelia and I can move to the Seymour Family. Of course, if you insist I leave now, I can move to the Seymour Family immediately. At that time, I wonder if you Wilson Clan can handle it." With confidence, Chaya Davis now spoke with assurance.
What does she have to be afraid of now?
The Wilson Clan had to cozy up to her daughter and son-in-law.
"Shameless!" Old Mrs. Wilson finally cursed out, but unfortunately, such words didn’t affect Chaya Davis at all. She laughed sarcastically, "You two are no better than I am."
Chaya Davis snorted, carrying her bag upstairs to her room.
Old Mrs. Wilson stood in the living room, shaking all over with anger, her vision fading to black bursts, and her head buzzing.
The maid beside her saw and hurriedly gave Old Mrs. Wilson some medicine, fearing something might happen if her blood pressure spiked.
Old Mrs. Wilson drank a whole glass of water, finally exhaling the pent-up frustration from her chest, "Oh... this is infuriating me..."
Old Mrs. Wilson thought for a moment and truly felt they might have made a mistake by kicking their son out and bringing in such a disgusting presence. Ah... they better secure the cooperation with the Peace Group soon, or else... she didn’t even know when Chaya Davis might infuriate her to death.
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"Alright, that’s settled." Mason Wilson handed the document to his assistant, then lowered his head to continue his work.
After reading just two lines, his phone rang.
Mason Wilson picked it up without looking and answered, "Hello."
"Mason..." The voice of Old Mrs. Wilson made Mason pause his mouse movement, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Mom?"
"Yes, yes... Mason... Mom misses you." Upon hearing her son’s voice, Old Mrs. Wilson was so moved that she started to cry.
In the past, Mason would already be rushing over. However, now...
He felt pained but restrained his urge to rush over, asking, "Mom, is there something wrong? I still have a lot of work to do here."
