"So when do you plan to deal with him?" Emerie pressed.
Sophie Wilson chuckled at her, "What? Did you get the short end of the stick in the divorce?"
Sophie's words successfully made Emerie's face turn dark. "How did you know?"
"It's quite obvious." Sophie shrugged casually, "Benjamin Walton has been plotting for a long time, naturally he was well prepared. If you divorced him, you wouldn't get a penny, right."
Sophie's words were not a question but a hundred percent certainty.
"Sophie Wilson, are you going to deal with Benjamin Walton or not?" Emerie demanded.
"That's a grudge between Benjamin and me, it has nothing to do with you, and you can't order me around." Sophie glanced at Emerie sideways, "Did you come here just to say this?"
Emerie gritted her teeth and finally steeled her heart, "Sophie Wilson, didn't you say before that I would be begging you to return to the Wilson Clan? Fine, I'm begging you now, begging you to return to the Wilson Clan! Is this enough for you?"
