"Don’t be angry." Mason Wilson entered the room, closed the door, and sat down to console Clarissa Taylor. "What exactly is Ophelia trying to do? Does she want Sophie to be utterly disgraced?" Clarissa Taylor asked angrily through gritted teeth. Even though she knew the room was soundproof, she still lowered her voice for fear of being overheard. "I can’t believe this is the child I raised!" Clarissa Taylor shook her head complexly, her eyes fixed on Mason Wilson. "Is my upbringing really such a failure? How could it produce a child with such deep scheming?" Mason Wilson sighed in disappointment, "It’s really possible that Ophelia has known for a long time that she’s not our child." Just listen to what Ophelia Wilson said earlier, that she would marry James Reed for the sake of his career. At first, it sounded like she was being filial, but upon closer analysis, something felt off. Is he the type of person who would push his daughter into a fire pit for his own career? Isn’t Ophelia Wilson pushing him down a path of selling out his daughter for honor? In the past, he really hadn’t noticed Ophelia having so many little schemes. "Try to find a time to meet Sophie soon." Mason Wilson understood Ophelia Wilson’s intentions and couldn’t help but worry about Sophie Wilson, "After today’s press conference, where she humiliated Ophelia so much, I’m worried Ophelia might do something to her." Latest content publıshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 "I’ll call Sophie right now and give her a heads-up." Clarissa Taylor hurriedly took out her phone and dialed. "Aunt Taylor?" Sophie Wilson answered the call curiously, unsure why she was being contacted so late. "Sophie, I saw the press conference. You need to be careful of Ophelia plotting against you." The direct way Clarissa Taylor spoke sent a shiver through Sophie Wilson. After all, Ophelia Wilson was the daughter Clarissa had raised, and even though a paternity test proved their blood relation true, it’s not easy to erase those over twenty years of time. For Clarissa to directly warn her , it placed Sophie ahead of Ophelia. Sophie Wilson held the phone unconsciously, her lips slightly curling up, "Uh, I understand." "What do you understand?" Clarissa Taylor was almost dying of anxiety. She used to just think that Ophelia was sometimes odd, as if there was a barrier between them. Now, knowing the truth, upon observing, Clarissa realized Ophelia was even more frightening than she imagined. "Isn’t your boyfriend from the Seymour Family? Quickly tell him about this so he can be on guard early and prevent you from getting hurt." Clarissa Taylor was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. If she didn’t still need to uncover the truth about the child swap back then, she truly wanted to confront Ophelia Wilson and expose her true nature. "Him..." Sophie Wilson’s eyes flickered, glancing at the person next to her, formally sitting but calmly holding a cup of hot milk, "Even if I don’t say it, he will protect me." "Then, Sophie, when are you free tomorrow? Let’s go out for a meal and have a detailed talk about what happened back then." Clarissa Taylor asked. Until the child swap issue was resolved, she couldn’t find peace of mind. "Aunt Taylor, hold on a moment, let me ask." Sophie Wilson turned to ask Charles Seymour, "Do you have time tomorrow noon? Let’s meet with Aunt Taylor and talk about what happened back then." Charles Seymour nodded without even thinking, "Yes." Sophie Wilson turned around to finalize with Clarissa Taylor the place and time for their meeting. Meanwhile, Charles Seymour quietly took out his phone and sent a message: "Reschedule the video conference tomorrow noon to the afternoon."