Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 639: Trying Hard to Control
"She’s certainly not simple. If she were simple, how could I use her to keep Charles Seymour underfoot?" James Reed sneered as he spoke. He had invested so much effort into the Seymour Corporation; there was no way he would hand it over!
Charles Seymour, just you wait!
He would trample Charles Seymour under his feet!
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Clarissa Taylor arrived at the restaurant’s private room and opened the door.
Inside, Ophelia Wilson rose with delight, "Mom..."
Her enthusiastic words almost faltered when she saw Sophie Wilson coming in behind Clarissa Taylor.
Fortunately, Ophelia was accustomed to acting. She quickly adjusted and smiled, "Sophie, you came too?"
"Yes, I came with my mom," Sophie Wilson smiled as she sat down next to Clarissa Taylor. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Ophelia Wilson forced a bitter smile, looking at Clarissa Taylor with a hurt expression, "Mom, are you that wary of me?"
Sophie Wilson, without waiting for Clarissa Taylor to speak, looked amused at Ophelia Wilson and asked, "Me accompanying my mom means we’re wary of you? Do you need my mom to be wary of you for something?"
Ophelia Wilson wished she could slap Sophie Wilson; what was with the sharp tongue?
What was her problem?
"No, I meant... I worry about growing apart from Mom." Ophelia Wilson hurriedly explained, "I called Mom wanting to meet, I didn’t expect you to come along, Sophie."
"Because I’m not assured about you," Sophie Wilson said cheerfully, not at all ashamed of contradicting her earlier words, but rather proud, "My mom is so pure and kind, and you’ve deceived her for over ten years. If I don’t stay close, what if you deceive her again?"
"Sophie, you really misunderstand me." Ophelia Wilson looked at Sophie Wilson with distress, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
"Yes, I indeed misunderstood you," Sophie Wilson smiled, continuing from Ophelia Wilson’s words, "I misunderstood you for intentionally helping Grace Wilson against me back then."
"Sophie, that matter..." Ophelia Wilson wanted to take the chance to explain, but unfortunately, Sophie Wilson didn’t give her the opportunity. Waving her hand, she stopped her, "No worries, I’ve already dealt with Grace Wilson, and as for the role you played, I’m not concerned."
"Sophie, listen to me about that matter..."
"So, you called my mom, why, exactly? If there’s nothing, we’ll leave." Sophie Wilson didn’t want to tangle with Ophelia Wilson over past matters and didn’t want to hear her excuses.
A waste of time.
It was best to get straight to the point.
Ophelia Wilson put great effort into controlling herself, refraining from impulsively kicking Sophie Wilson. Would she die if she stopped talking?
The hatred in Ophelia’s heart churned like boiling lava, but all she could do was suppress it. She absolutely could not let it erupt.
Ophelia squeezed out a fragile smile and said to Clarissa Taylor, "Mom, actually, Grandpa and Grandma never intended to drive you out; they just couldn’t accept it at the time. You know the place Aunt holds in Grandpa and Grandma’s hearts."
"Actually, Grandpa and Grandma have always hoped to bring Sophie back. As for not driving me out, it was because Grandpa and Grandma value old affections. I had already left the Wilson Clan, but Grandpa and Grandma brought me back because they considered many aspects."
