Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 632 I’m Willing
"Didn’t you understand what I meant?" Old Mr. Wilson asked persistently.
"I understood, but I can’t accept it," Sophie Wilson scoffed. "I can’t accept putting interests over family. We have different values, so let’s not try to fit together."
"Old Mr. Wilson, rest assured, my parents and I are living well together. You don’t need to disrupt their peace with pointless interference. Everyone lives their own lives without disturbing each other, that’s the best way." How could Old Mr. Wilson agree to Sophie’s words?
If it were like that, what would he have left?
However, before Old Mr. Wilson could speak, Old Mrs. Wilson grew anxious: "You say we focus on interests? Doesn’t Mason value interests? If he didn’t know Charles Seymour’s identity, how would he have dared to break ties with the Wilson Clan so decisively?"
"Back then, he left the Wilson Clan and went over to your side, didn’t he? He had already planned his escape route!" Old Mrs. Wilson glared angrily at Sophie and questioned, "If you really had such principles, stick to them and don’t treat people differently."
"You know the familial affection you enjoy now isn’t genuine, yet you create an illusion for your own sake and place all the blame on us, while ignoring your parents’ opportunism. Sophie Wilson, do you really think you can pretend for a lifetime?"
Old Mrs. Wilson’s angry words only elicited a slight smile from Sophie, along with a maddening, unapologetic three words: "I like it."
Hearing this, Old Mrs. Wilson almost fainted with rage.
Next to her, Charles Seymour’s eyes were full of amusement, his Sophie was indeed... mischievous.
Not bothering to mention at first that Mason didn’t know he was the boss of Peace Group, deliberately making them think that even with the same opportunism, Sophie enjoyed being deceived.
The same starting point, yet with vastly different outcomes... Hmm, Sophie is indeed skilled at being infuriating.
Charles Seymour nodded with satisfaction in secret, feeling reassured that Sophie wasn’t easily bullied.
"Sophie Wilson, by doing whatever you want, have you considered the consequences?" Old Mr. Wilson, also enraged, saw stars before his eyes, but he still held onto a bit of reason, not forgetting his purpose.
"Aren’t you worried that once people know your thoughts, they’ll grow to despise you, and everything you rely on will be gone?" Old Mr. Wilson’s words were clear enough, nearly spelling out that Charles Seymour would despise her and leave her.
Then how would she continue to be so arrogant?
And behave recklessly like this?
Sophie Wilson puzzledly pursed her lips and asked, "Old Mr. Wilson, are you worried that in the future, Mr. Seymour won’t want me?"
"I’m doing this for your own good. A momentary romp is fine, but one’s nature shouldn’t be corrupted," Old Mr. Wilson advised earnestly, as if he truly cared for Sophie’s well-being.
Unfortunately, Sophie didn’t appreciate it at all, smiling as she said, "Old Mr. Wilson, you seem to have forgotten something."
Old Mr. Wilson looked at Sophie, perplexed, not understanding her meaning.
"You’ve been trying to use me to curry favor with Mr. Seymour, hoping to board the big ship that is Peace Group, haven’t you?" Sophie bluntly pointed out Old Mr. Wilson’s aim and then helplessly spread her hands and said, "I must say, you’re currying favor with the wrong person."
