"Grace Wilson, why so bitter?" Julian Campbell retorted bluntly, "You're not the one being proposed to with the Heart of Love."
"Of course it isn't me." Grace Wilson had been looking noticeably thinner lately, and despite the heavy foundation, the dark circles under her eyes couldn't be fully covered. She appeared gloomy and unsettling.
"At least I have enough self-awareness not to chase fantasy happiness with a fake. All are Seymour Family members, yet worlds apart." Grace Wilson sneered at Sophie Wilson as if looking at a clown, "Sophie Wilson, has your rich playboy proposed to you?"
Due to the close proximity to the stage, Ophelia Wilson heard Grace's words clearly.
Ophelia Wilson slowly curled her lips in a smug smile; James Reed's marriage to her was as good as settled. The man she's marrying has real clout and gets things done in the Seymour Family, far superior to Charles Seymour.
Even if the family eventually learned of Sophie's identity, she wouldn't be afraid.
