Mason Wilson’s brow furrowed, the words made him feel uncomfortable inside.

However, when it came to Sophie, he didn’t want his daughter to be wronged.

How long has Sophie been by his side as she grew up?

He considered his mother’s feelings, but who considered his Sophie’s?

Just as Mason Wilson was about to speak, Sophie Wilson spoke up, "What exactly does Old Mrs. Wilson mean by both sides taking a step back?"

Old Mrs. Wilson hadn’t spoken yet, and Mason Wilson turned his head in surprise, only to see Sophie nodding at him with a smile.

For a moment, Mason Wilson felt a stinging sensation in his eyes, how could Sophie be so understanding and considerate?

She didn’t want him to be in a difficult position.

With such a good daughter, how could Emerie have hurt her like this?

"Dad, there’s no need to say more, there’s no need to back down!" Just as Old Mrs. Wilson was about to speak, Mason Wilson interrupted, making Old Mrs. Wilson frown and say displeased, "Even Sophie is willing to discuss it, why do you disregard family ties so?"

"Dad, it’s precisely because Sophie values family ties too much that I can’t let her be wronged anymore. Sophie has been wronged for more than twenty years. If I still let her continue to suffer and compromise now, do I deserve to be her father?"

Mason Wilson’s gaze fell on Old Mrs. Wilson’s face, and he asked, "Isn’t father also fighting for his daughter?"

Old Mrs. Wilson frowned tightly, "Do you think all this is just for me?"

"Mason, now that you’re at Peace Group, under Charles Seymour’s hand, and Sophie hasn’t even married him yet. What does this look like?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked, "Your whole family is now relying on Charles Seymour, what if one day Charles and Sophie don’t get along?"

"Do you want Sophie to be wronged? To act subserviently to Charles Seymour, just so you can continue living this wealthy life?"

As soon as Old Mrs. Wilson finished speaking, the door was kicked open with a bang.

The force was so great that the door hit the wall and bounced back, opening again.

As the door opened and closed, a handsome but grim-faced Charles Seymour could be clearly seen standing there.

Old Mrs. Wilson didn’t panic at all, rather he calmly said, "It seems Mr. Seymour has heard everything."

"Mason, don’t you understand yet? It’s better to have your own than rely on someone else. Sophie has been out for just a moment, and Mr. Seymour is already hovering...." Old Mrs. Wilson didn’t finish, but his words were more suggestive than saying anything.

Sophie Wilson walked to Charles Seymour’s side and asked, "Why are you here?"

Charles Seymour’s expression improved at once when facing Sophie Wilson, "Discussing business next door."

"Quite a coincidence." Old Mrs. Wilson sneered, "Sophie, do you believe in such coincidences?"

"I believe." Sophie Wilson turned her head and confidently said to Old Mrs. Wilson.

Old Mrs. Wilson frowned, casting a fierce look at Sophie Wilson, a clear expression of disappointment.

"Mason, you think it over." Old Mrs. Wilson sighed softly, "Our Wilson Clan can’t compare to Peace Group, but at least it’s our own business. We don’t have to look at other’s faces, nor risk being kicked out at any time."

"Mr. Seymour, don’t blame me for speaking my mind. I’m their father and grandfather, naturally, I must plan for my children, give them a stable place to stay, so they won’t be bullied."