"You’re aware of it too?" Sophie Wilson rolled her eyes at Charles Seymour, "You really need to change the way you talk. Can’t you just be direct?"

The driver silently drove in the front, feeling utterly helpless.

Indeed, their boss usually spoke so directly that it made anyone listening want to bang their heads against a wall.

"Hmm." Charles Seymour promptly accepted Sophie Wilson’s advice, candidly and straightforwardly saying, "I’m jealous!"

The driver suddenly gripped the steering wheel tightly, ensuring the car drove smoothly without weaving like a snake.

Sophie Wilson burst into laughter: "That’s my uncle, what are you jealous of?"

"I know. I can’t help it." Charles Seymour stated concisely.

As honest as honesty can be, as direct as directness can get.

Sophie Wilson hugged Charles Seymour’s neck, laughing: "Tell me, why do I like your petty nature so much?"

The driver steadily drove up front, realizing that only Miss Wilson could handle their boss. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Actually, I’m a little worried about uncle." Sophie Wilson snuggled in Charles Seymour’s arms, pulling his hand close and gently squeezing his long fingers, "He was deceived by his wife for over twenty years, and now his own daughter... they’re all in jail now."

"It really makes me feel sad for uncle these past twenty years." Sophie Wilson felt a bit heartbroken as she thought about it.

"Spend more time with uncle in the future." Charles Seymour said.

Sophie Wilson laughed out loud, raising her head to look at a certain serious-faced guy, teasingly asking: "Weren’t you just jealous of my uncle?"

Charles Seymour’s expression turned a bit awkward, not knowing what kind of look to put on.

Sophie Wilson didn’t need him to answer anyway, laughing as she fell into his arms. Her Mr. Seymour was just so adorable.

So much love, so much love, what can she do?

As for Jerry Taylor, whom Sophie Wilson was worried about, he went to visit Chaya Davis after making arrangements.

"Husband, hurry and get me out of here." Chaya Davis cried out in tears as soon as she saw Jerry Taylor, "I don’t want to stay here, get me out quickly."

"Behave well, and your sentence will be reduced." Jerry Taylor replied.

"Reduced? Do you know how miserable I am here? Look at the clothes I’m wearing! They’re chafing me all over, I have to work daily! The food is simply inedible!" Chaya Davis got anxious at once, furiously pulling at her prison clothes, showing Jerry Taylor her fingers.

Her hands, always well-maintained and youthful, had now become rougher, gradually showing signs of aging appropriate for her age.

Jerry Taylor looked at Chaya Davis without speaking, his attitude calming her down somewhat, reminding her that the man before her was no longer her husband.

"Husband, can you bear to see me suffer in here? Think of a way to get me out as soon as possible. Aren’t you a university professor? You must know a lot of capable people, right? Surely, there are plenty of competent people around, correct?" Chaya Davis looked at Jerry Taylor pleadingly, "You won’t let me down, will you? You’ve always protected me, and you won’t just stand by and watch me suffer here, will you?"

Chaya Davis’s eyes, filled with pleading, clung tightly to Jerry Taylor. He was her last hope now.

Jerry Taylor opened his mouth, asking: "Why did you swap our kid with Clarissa’s kid back then?"

"It wasn’t me who swapped them! It was Emerie Wilson, and I had nothing to do with it!" Chaya Davis loudly denied.