"You knew all along?" Ophelia Wilson gritted her teeth and spoke fiercely, "Why didn't you tell me if you knew?"
"That's funny, why should I tell you? Who are you to me anyway?" Sophie Wilson sneered, wondering if something dirty had gotten into Ophelia's mind.
Where did all this sense of entitlement come from?
Why should anyone make unconditional sacrifices for her?
"Sophie, we're cousins at the very least!" Ophelia accused, glaring at Sophie Wilson.
"Cousins?" Sophie laughed as if she'd heard the biggest joke. "Ophelia, don't pull that on me. I don't have the problem of treating people who want to put me in harm's way as family; I still want to live a few more years."
"Ophelia, stop beating around the bush. You're just trying to use Mr. Seymour from my family to deal with James Reed, aren't you?" Sophie bluntly exposed Ophelia's intentions.
