Emerie Wilson felt she had justified her stance and hardened her attitude: "I've been harmed so badly by Benjamin Walton, can't I say something?"
"You're tipping off Benjamin Walton to let him know who's suppressing him. So he can quickly find a way to counterattack, is that it?" Old Mrs. Wilson was truly about to explode with anger at Emerie Wilson.
What's Emerie Wilson up to?
Helping Benjamin Walton?
"I-I didn't mean that!" Emerie Wilson shook her head quickly, "I-I-I just wanted to vent a little, I've nearly suffocated from frustration lately. Finally..."
"This is simply nonsense!" Old Mrs. Wilson was so furious that he couldn't eat anything, quickly standing up, knocking over his chair in anger with a heavy crash that startled Emerie Wilson.
"Mom..." Emerie Wilson cautiously moved closer to Old Mrs. Wilson. Her dad's expression was really terrifying.
"You..." Old Mrs. Wilson really didn't know what to say.
