"Emerie!" Benjamin hurriedly took out the medicine and stuffed it into her mouth. "Emerie, Emerie, don’t scare mom!" Old Mrs. Wilson was so frightened her face turned white, both her hands raised, wanting to pat Emerie Wilson but worried it might worsen her condition, so she was helplessly watching. "Quickly, take her to the hospital." Old Mr. Wilson urgently shouted, telling Mason Wilson to drive there. "No need, no need." Emerie Wilson had taken the medicine, felt a bit better, and with her family around, what was there to be afraid of, being bullied? "What’s going on with Emerie?" Old Mrs. Wilson was smart, she immediately saw why her daughter suddenly got sick. It must be that lawyer’s letter! "Sophie Wilson actually wants to sue me!" Emerie Wilson was furious: "Mom, look!" Old Mrs. Wilson took a look and was so angry her face turned blue: "What on earth is going on with this Sophie Wilson?" The letter actually mentioned suing her daughter for defamation and other reputational nonsense. "Clarissa, don’t you know that Sophie Wilson? Hurry and call to ask what’s going on?" Old Mrs. Wilson grew angrier as she spoke, "She got my daughter so worked up she ended up hospitalized. I haven’t even settled the score with her, how can she do this to Emerie?" Seeing Clarissa Taylor unresponsive, Old Mrs. Wilson hurriedly urged: "Hurry up and call her!" Clarissa Taylor gave Old Mrs. Wilson a glance, took out her phone to make the call, and it connected quickly: "Sophie..." "Let me talk!" Old Mrs. Wilson, in a movement defying her age, adeptly snatched Clarissa Taylor’s phone, "Sophie Wilson, right? What do you mean? Why did you send my Emerie a lawyer’s letter?" Old Mrs. Wilson, having grabbed the phone, immediately began to interrogate. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Sophie Wilson, holding the phone, curled her lips and calmly asked two words: "Who are you?" When had Old Mrs. Wilson ever been treated with such tone? She instantly got angry! "Sophie Wilson, I am Emerie Wilson’s mom, you got my daughter so worked up she’s now in the hospital, I haven’t held you accountable yet, you..." "Oh, so you’re the relative of that mental patient? Next time, watch your family patient better, don’t let them run around, they might hurt someone." Sophie Wilson sincerely suggested. "Nonsense, who’s the mental patient? You are... Hey, hey?" Old Mrs. Wilson cursed twice before realizing that Sophie Wilson had hung up. Old Mrs. Wilson dialed the phone again, and as soon as it connected, before she could curse, she heard Emerie Wilson’s voice from the other end: "... Ill-mannered wild child..." "What, what is this?" Old Mrs. Wilson asked, trembling internally. "This is the insult from your family’s patient to me in public. If there’s anything, talk to my lawyer. If you keep harassing me, I don’t mind sending a few more lawyer’s letters." Sophie Wilson finished speaking and decisively hung up, and the world was completely quiet. Then, she tiptoed to Charles Seymour’s study door, carefully opened the door, sneaked in like a thief, aimed at the broad, upright back turned against her, and suddenly pounced, shouting: "Hi!" Charles Seymour didn’t feel scared at all, smoothly held Sophie Wilson with his hand: "What’s the matter?" On Charles Seymour’s back, Sophie Wilson mischievously swung her two feet, and her hands were equally restless as she pinched his ear: "Mr. Seymour, what’s the matter with the lawyer’s letter?"