Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 780 Inherited in the Family

"Whether they like it or not doesn’t matter, as long as James likes it." Chaya Davis said smugly, "As parents, they just can’t go against their children’s wishes."

"Alright, you’re about to get married, and as your mom, I have to prepare something for you. I’ll go check the mall." Chaya said with pleasure, "Ophelia, it’s not convenient for you to go out recently. If you want to buy anything, let mom help."

"Mom, I don’t really want anything." Ophelia Wilson smiled and said, "If you want to buy something, just go ahead."

"Alright, Ophelia, rest assured. Mom will make sure you don’t lose face!" After saying this, Chaya changed clothes and went out shopping.

It has been a few days, and Chaya is staying with the Seymour Family now, feeling quite good.

Staying at the Seymour Family’s place is indeed more comfortable than the Wilson Clan’s. Thinking that she would become the mother-in-law of the future heir of the Seymour Family, she didn’t care about those remarks online at all.

Those people are just jealous of her Ophelia, sour about it.

Chaya was picking out things at the mall, feeling incredibly pleased, buying item after item, swiping her card briskly.

By noon, Chaya went to the Western restaurant on the eighth floor of the mall. She has always loved the taste there.

But today’s meal was a bit unsettling for her because the people at the table next to hers were discussing Ophelia Wilson’s affairs.

"You couldn’t tell, could you? Ophelia Wilson, such a big star, also the Wilson Clan’s missy and an outsider becoming the mistress of the Seymour Corporation, actually went around selling herself, tsk tsk tsk... truly can’t judge a person by their looks."

"You don’t know, do you? What kind of Wilson Clan lady is Ophelia? She was just mixed up at birth; Mason Wilson left the Wilson Clan because of this."

"How can Ophelia Wilson, being a tarnished secondhand, be married by James Reed? Is he out of his mind? Doesn’t he think his head is green enough?"

"Who knows."

"Now this is interesting, an unacknowledged son of a mistress marrying a secondhand piece. This Seymour Corporation, it’ll end up being Charles Seymour’s sooner or later."

"Charles Seymour is the chairman of the Peace Group, my uncle said that. Such a good man getting engaged to Sophie Wilson, it’s just... a pity."

"What’s there to pity? Sophie Wilson is the owner of Lingzhu Jewelry, okay?"

"No way?"

"Who told you that?"

"Everyone who attended Old Mr. Seymour’s birthday banquet knows."

"Oh, if you put it that way, Ethan Seymour is quite laughable, with his valued son marrying a scrapped woman, while the overlooked Charles Seymour is capable himself and marries a formidable wife."

After just a couple of bites, Chaya found it hard to swallow, angrily grabbing her things to pay and leave. How could her daughter be described as a scrapped woman?

Can’t those people speak properly?

"Do you think Ophelia Wilson is like this because of family inheritance?"

The words from the table next to hers were unbearable, prompting Chaya to angrily retort, "You’re the scraps, your whole family is scraps!"

"Are you crazy?" someone from the table that got scolded shot back vehemently.

"Isn’t that Ophelia Wilson’s mom?" someone at the same table recognized Chaya, given that they’re all from the same circle and have seen each other at least occasionally, particularly since Chaya used to be keen on mingling in the circle.

"Oh, that’s how it is." The few people gave Chaya an understanding look, their gazes were quite complex.