"I'm just pointing out your mistake, when did I ever..." Old Mr. Wilson didn't want to admit to what Sophie Wilson said, but unfortunately, Sophie wouldn't listen to his hypocritical nonsense and interrupted directly.
"Old Mr. Wilson, actually, the person you should be currying favor with is me, not trying to suck up to Mr. Seymour by reprimanding me." Sophie pointed at herself, bragging, "Did you forget what I showed at the engagement party?"
Old Mrs. Wilson was momentarily confused, but Old Mr. Wilson's face turned pale all of a sudden.
Seeing this reaction from Old Mr. Wilson, Sophie knew he remembered, and nodded heavily, saying, "That's right, Mr. Seymour transferred everything to my name. In other words, the Peace Group now doesn't belong to Mr. Seymour, but to me!"
Old Mrs. Wilson gasped, her legs went weak, and she couldn't stand as she collapsed into a chair. The immense impact made the chair legs scrape against the floor, producing a harsh noise.
