Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 629: Does Your Conscience Really Not Hurt?

"Have you finished your work?" Sophie Wilson asked.

"Yeah." Charles Seymour lied bluntly; after all, the work wasn’t going anywhere, and doing it later wouldn’t hurt. "I’ll just brief them quickly."

"Okay." Sophie Wilson nodded and went into the suite to pack her things.

Charles Seymour directly called Jim Perry to give him a rundown.

Jim Perry: "..."

Is it really okay for the boss to constantly skip work and leave tasks unfinished?

"I’ll send it to your email after I review it tonight," Charles Seymour instructed in a deep voice.

"Mm, sure, no problem." What could Jim Perry say? If the boss thought it was fine, then it was fine.

However, he couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Boss, do you have something very important to attend to?"

This project involved quite a substantial amount of money and profit, and yet none of that could stop his boss from skipping out. What on earth was this about?

"Old Mr. Wilson is sick, and Sophie wants to visit him." Charles Seymour didn’t think there was anything he couldn’t say about this.

"Couldn’t you just have the driver take her?" Jim Perry remarked instinctively, questioning why the boss wouldn’t trust his driver.

"I’m worried the Wilson Clan might bully Sophie." Charles Seymour sighed lightly, expressing his concern.

Jim Perry: "..."

Boss, look me in the eye and say that again!

Does your conscience really not hurt?

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"Hello, I’m here on behalf of my father to see Old Mr. Wilson." Sophie Wilson said with a smile, while Charles Seymour directly placed the fruit basket on the nearby table.

The whole process didn’t require any gestures from Old Mrs. Wilson; their actions were utterly... formulaic.

Old Mrs. Wilson frowned in discontent and was about to speak when Old Mr. Wilson laughed and said, "Sophie, it’s so kind of you to rush over; I’m truly grateful. Please, you and Mr. Seymour, have a seat."

Only then did Old Mrs. Wilson remember Charles Seymour’s identity, and her slight displeasure quickly vanished as she invited Charles Seymour and Sophie Wilson to sit down.

"Old Mr. Wilson, you don’t need to feel grateful. After all, I’m here on behalf of my father to visit you." Sophie Wilson maintained her cheerful demeanor. "I heard you were hospitalized, and my father has been quite worried and really wanted to come."

"Then why didn’t he come?" Old Mrs. Wilson couldn’t help but question.

No matter how much she considered Charles Seymour’s status, she couldn’t hide her discontent about Mason not coming.

This was his father being hospitalized; she had personally called him, yet he didn’t show up. What does that mean?

Does he even care about the two of them anymore?

"My father wanted to come, but this morning Emerie upset him, and he’s resting at home." Sophie Wilson’s grin was like an invisible slap, precisely landing on Old Mr. and Mrs. Wilson’s faces.

She was just telling them it wasn’t their son being undutiful; it was because their own daughter had upset him, preventing him from coming to be filial.

"How is Mason doing?" Old Mr. Wilson, ultimately more resilient than Old Mrs. Wilson, still cared enough to inquire about Mason’s condition, as if he hadn’t caught the undertone of Sophie Wilson’s words. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Rest assured, Old Mr. Wilson, we have a family doctor taking care of my father at home." Sophie Wilson’s smile was impeccably standard, embodying the perfect arc of polite smiles in social settings. No matter how pleasant her smile was, it bore no hint of emotion, clearly demarcating her boundaries with Old Mr. Wilson—they were nothing more than strangers.