Old Mrs. Wilson had a good plan, but he forgot one thing, or was too arrogant and overlooked some things.
He's smart, but others are not all fools.
Emerie sat in the car, nervously looking at the scenery outside the window, recalling the call from the lawyer, her face growing more and more unpleasant.
Sophie Wilson is really going too far, actually having a lawyer urge her to apologize, and if she doesn't apologize, she will sue her!
How could she let Sophie sue her?
She had to make things clear with Sophie today.
The ringtone pulled Emerie back to reality. She looked at the caller ID before picking up: "Ophelia, what's up?"
"Aunt, why were you asking for Charles Seymour's address earlier?" Ophelia inquired anxiously.
"None of your business." Emerie snorted, about to hang up the phone.
Ophelia anxiously shouted, "Aunt, you're not going to find Sophie, are you?"
"So what if I am?" Emerie asked angrily, "None of you care about me. Can't I handle my own affairs?"
