"Dad, is Mom mad at me?" Ophelia Wilson asked pitifully. "How could she be?" Mason Wilson said with a chuckle, "Don’t you know your mom’s nature? Sophie is, after all, your mom’s lifesaver, so it’s natural for her to care a bit more about Sophie." "Mhm." Ophelia Wilson nodded heavily, "It’s my fault, I didn’t tell mom that Sophie was here, I..." Ophelia Wilson bit her lip guiltily, feeling upset as she picked at her food. Mason Wilson took a glance; it was all the food Clarissa liked to eat in the morning. Seeing Ophelia Wilson’s guilt, he sighed softly, "It’s alright, this isn’t your fault. Between mother and daughter, there’s no need to calculate so much." "Your mom is just overly grateful." Mason Wilson asked gently, "Ophelia, can you understand your mom?" Ophelia Wilson smiled warmly, "Dad, you just said, between mother and daughter, there’s no need to calculate so much. I just feel bad for making Mom unhappy. As long as Mom is happy, I’m fine with anything." "I’ll take the breakfast to Mom right away." Ophelia Wilson’s thoughtfulness made Mason Wilson nod with a smile and deliberately teased, "You only think of taking it to your mom, not to your dad, huh?" "Even if I take it to Dad first, Dad will still give it to Mom, so I might as well give it directly. This way, I save Dad the trouble of caring for Mom. Won’t Dad be happier this way?" Ophelia Wilson’s teasing words made Mason Wilson lift his hand and gently knock her on the head, "You clever girl, off you go." Ophelia Wilson giggled coquettishly and quickly took the things over. The interaction between Mason Wilson and Ophelia Wilson was naturally seen by Sophie Wilson, sitting nearby. Just as she wanted to watch more, a big hand suddenly waved in front of her, diverting her attention. Sophie Wilson turned her head in confusion, looking at the owner of the big hand. Charles Seymour slightly frowned and said, "I’m here, what are you looking at?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Sophie Wilson was momentarily stunned, then couldn’t help but laugh, "Mr. Seymour, you’re even jealous of this? Aren’t you going a bit overboard? Aren’t you afraid of getting too sour yourself?" Charles Seymour calmly picked up a piece of bread and started eating, silently expressing that he wasn’t afraid of being sour at all. Sophie Wilson couldn’t help but laugh at Charles Seymour’s envious eyes, "You... is it necessary?" "I’m just looking, you know Ophelia Wilson truly lives up to her celebrity status, her acting skills... impressive." Sophie Wilson sighed, if they hadn’t suspected from the start that Ophelia Wilson already knew her real identity, they would never have guessed that she could be so scheming. Charles Seymour dismissed it without concern. He didn’t even bother with Ophelia Wilson’s little tricks and pushed the breakfast towards Sophie Wilson, saying just one word, "Eat." She delaying to have her meal, what’s the point? What if she gets hungry? Charles Seymour’s awkward concern made Sophie Wilson curl her lips into a smile. She peeled a boiled egg for him and placed it in his bowl. Charles Seymour ate happily. Although he didn’t show much expression, his eyes certainly brightened. While Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour were happily eating, Ophelia Wilson noticed out of the corner of her eye and felt angry inside. Sophie Wilson and Charles Seymour, those two, shouldn’t have existed from the start. One is here to take her place, the other is to seize everything that belongs to James. It’s infuriating.