Emerie felt completely aggrieved.
"Dad, what are you doing? I'm the one who's been having the worst luck recently. And you still tell me off! You're too much!" Emerie threw this sentence after crying and ran back to her room.
She really needed to have a good cry for herself.
She originally thought her loving husband turned out to be a complete fraud, she even had to beg that little bitch Sophie Wilson, and now even her father was saying such things to her.
What exactly are they trying to do?
Are they trying to drive her to despair?
"What are you saying to Emerie like that for?" Old Mrs. Wilson stood up with concern, wanting to go check on Emerie.
"Go ahead, keep spoiling her. Without the Wilson Corporation, do you think there will be the resources to unconditionally pamper her?" Old Mr. Wilson asked Old Mrs. Wilson with a cold smile.
