The words from Old Mrs. Wilson were sincere and heartfelt, truly the advice of a caring elder for the younger generation.

He was willing to offend Charles Seymour to remind them, truly a touching elder.

"Over the years, I am not among those who bullied Sophie." Charles Seymour said coldly, each word carrying a chill that could freeze someone, "If Old Mr. Wilson hasn’t lost his memory, he should know why Sophie ended up outside the family."

"You want her to step back, how can she step back?" Charles Seymour said with a grim expression, "Why not let Emerie Wilson also wander outside for over twenty years? However, she is different from Sophie back then, Sophie was just a helpless infant back then."

"How about this... break Emerie Wilson’s legs, so it’s slightly fairer."

"Charles Seymour, don’t go too far!" Old Mrs. Wilson slammed the table and stood up abruptly.

"You’re trying to sow discord between Sophie and me, isn’t that going too far?" Charles Seymour said in a deep voice, "If Old Mr. Wilson thinks Wilson Corporation has been developing too smoothly, I can give you a hand."

Such a blatant threat made Old Mrs. Wilson’s heart skip a beat, his brows furrowed deeply, then he looked at Mason Wilson and said, "Mason, I’m doing this for your own good, think about it carefully."

"No need!" Charles Seymour quickly answered Old Mrs. Wilson, "Sophie will never submit to humiliation."

"Old Mr. Wilson probably forgot, Peace Corporation belongs to Sophie now, I’m just working for her. Even Uncle is helping Sophie make money, not me!"

"Sophie, let’s go." Charles Seymour held Sophie Wilson’s hand and turned to leave.

Mason Wilson got up, glanced at his father, sighed softly, and left with Clarissa Taylor.

Charles Seymour really took Sophie Wilson to the nearby private room, where Jim Perry stood smiling and greeted Sophie Wilson: "Boss lady."

"Boss, President Wilson, I’ll leave now." Jim Perry was quite tactful, realizing this was not the appropriate time for him.

Charles Seymour didn’t respond, but Mason Wilson nodded to him and exchanged a few polite remarks.

Jim Perry went out, found a waiter, and told them to clean up the room.

After sitting down, Charles Seymour said to Mason Wilson and Clarissa Taylor, "Uncle, Aunt, Jim Perry and I were here to meet a client, not specifically following you."

If it were someone else, Charles Seymour wouldn’t bother to explain, but since they were Sophie’s parents, he wanted to clarify.

He didn’t want them to misunderstand, thinking he was controlling, intensely monitoring Sophie, and not giving her freedom.

Clarissa Taylor smiled and said, "Charles, you’re always so considerate. Don’t we know your character?"

All this time, how Charles Seymour treated Sophie, she wasn’t blind; how could she not see it?

Moreover, when they came in, there were clearly four sets of utensils on the table, indicating they were halfway through their meal.

It was evident that Charles Seymour and his group arrived much earlier than they did.

Sophie’s soft little finger hooked onto Charles Seymour’s, gently shaking it: "Don’t worry about it."

"Yes." Mason Wilson also said, "Don’t let it upset you, my father just wants everything, it’s a habit, he places too much emphasis on benefits."

If it weren’t like this, how else would he have refused to acknowledge Sophie for the sake of Wilson Corporation, instead insisting on recognizing Ophelia Wilson?"