"Sophie Wilson, you’re really funny." Ophelia Wilson, who wished nothing more than for Sophie to die, now knowing that Sophie’s boyfriend was the odious elder brother of her own boyfriend, stood even more firmly in opposition to Sophie. "Does a father have to beg his son to come see him? Is this how a son behaves?" Ophelia frowned and scolded, glaring at Sophie. "Ophelia, saying it like that won’t make her realize she’s wrong." Grace Wilson squeezed her way in, beginning with a sneer, "She herself stole her father’s inheritance and drove her father and grandmother out. How could someone like that think she’s in the wrong?" Grace Wilson’s words made the people around stare at Sophie with peculiar looks. Charles Seymour, who hadn’t reacted at all until now, had a flash of coldness in his eyes as he stepped forward to stand by Sophie’s side. The surrounding sharp aura suddenly erupted, like the blade of a sword, directly targeting Grace. Content orıginally comes from 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙 Just that one step, for Sophie, was an absolute protective stance. But for Grace, it was an absolute threat. For reasons unclear, Grace’s heart shrank in fear, making her involuntarily retreat two steps, her eyes evasive, not daring to meet Charles’s gaze. It felt like his eyes were so cold they made her heart tremble, as if her blood was slowly freezing, turning to ice. Charles’s protective stance made Sophie smile happily, reaching out to hold his large hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to silently tell him he didn’t need to act, she would handle it. "Didn’t James Reed just say there was a misunderstanding? If there’s a misunderstanding and you don’t explain it, do you expect the victim to chase after the answer?" Sophie mocked, looking at Ophelia. Sophie’s reaction almost made Grace cough up blood in anger. She was completely ignored by Sophie! Sophie didn’t take her seriously at all! Grace stepped forward, about to say something, when she heard Sophie’s cold laugh: "The mistress forces the wife to death and still has the nerve to call it a misunderstanding! Shameless!" Sophie’s words were so loaded with information that they left everyone around stunned. "And following the mother’s surname... is it true love or is the Seymour Family not acknowledging... haha..." Sophie’s words were like a sharp blade, piercing into James Reed’s heart, almost making him unable to maintain his facade of gentleness. For so many years, this had always been a thorn in his side. His father naturally wanted to change his last name, but... the old man in the Seymour Family—his father’s father—wouldn’t relent. In the end, his father had no choice but to say so publicly. All these years, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, this surname had always been a blockade in his heart, leaving him uncomfortable. The expressions of the people around became subtle. To think they could hear such explosive gossip, today was definitely worth it. "Sophie Wilson, what nonsense are you spouting?" Ophelia exclaimed, her eyes red with anger. "How can you say such nonsense?" She absolutely would not allow anyone to bully James Reed , especially not that wretch Sophie, who should have died long ago. How dare she say that about James? "Ophelia, of course she has to spout nonsense." Grace coldly interjected, "Now that she’s hooked up with the ’Eldest Young Master’ of the Seymour Family, naturally she hopes that this ’Eldest Young Master’ is legitimate, or how else can she benefit?"