"Three days, I’m giving you three days. If you don’t give me the money, you can expect a lawsuit!" Grace Wilson spat out harsh words before quickly hanging up the phone. This update ıs available on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 She hung up the phone, as if she had exhausted all her energy, breathing heavily. It’s fine, it’s fine, she just needed to take the money and leave here. Find a place, she could go live somewhere else. One million, with one million, her life would still be good. Grace Wilson thought she had found a way out, and started laughing neurotically, her features twisted in a grotesque and terrifying manner, like a demon. It seemed like Grace Wilson had taken care of things on her end, but on Ophelia Wilson’s side of the Wilson Clan, things were lively. "Emerie, Emerie, what’s wrong with you?" Old Mrs. Wilson cried anxiously into the phone, "Don’t cry, don’t cry, your heart isn’t well, you can’t cry ." "Grandma, Aunt must be feeling awful right now; why don’t we go and see her?" Ophelia Wilson said worriedly. "Yes, yes... Let’s hurry over there!" Old Mrs. Wilson nodded repeatedly and said into the phone, "Emerie, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, Mom is coming right away." "Grandma, don’t rush, take it slow." Ophelia Wilson helped Old Mrs. Wilson as they headed out. Old Mrs. Wilson glanced at the empty stairway and cursed angrily, "What a jinx!" After saying these words, Old Mrs. Wilson walked out, but before she reached the door, she heard Mason Wilson’s voice behind her: "Mom, who did you just curse?" Old Mrs. Wilson turned back involuntarily, "Are you questioning me?" "You did say something that wasn’t quite right." Mason Wilson said, suppressing his anger. "Am I wrong? Isn’t your wife a jinx? Chaya was so much better back then, but you refused to marry her and insisted on marrying this jinx." Old Mrs. Wilson recalled how Mason had defied her wishes back then, and the anger that had been pent up for years flared up suddenly. "She can’t even walk properly without nearly getting hit by a car, what else can she do?" Old Mrs. Wilson cursed angrily, "She’s a complete waste! If this hadn’t happened, would we have gotten to know Sophie Wilson? Would Sophie Wilson bully your sister this way if we hadn’t known her?" Mason Wilson laughed bitterly, "Mom, I used to think you just spoiled Emerie too much, but now I realize you have such a knack for distorting the truth." "What, what did you say?" Old Mrs. Wilson was so shocked by her son’s defiance that she started to shake with rage. "Dad, please say less, Grandma is getting on in years." Ophelia Wilson advised dutifully. Mason Wilson looked deeply at Ophelia Wilson; with this glance, for some reason, she felt a shiver down her spine, as if something bad was about to happen. Mason Wilson didn’t say anything further and turned to go upstairs, while Old Mrs. Wilson, who was still fuming, wanted to curse at him some more but was stopped by Ophelia Wilson: "Grandma, Aunt is still waiting." "Yes, yes, let’s first go check on your aunt." Old Mrs. Wilson nodded, nothing was more important than her daughter. "Mason, you’ve gone too far." Before Mason Wilson reached his room, he ran into Old Mrs. Wilson in the hallway, "No matter what, she’s your mother! Is this how you show filial piety? Your daughter is more sensible than you!" Mason Wilson laughed, asking, "Ophelia’s sensibility is letting her grandmother check on Emerie this late, disregarding her own health, and then spend the whole night in Benjamin Walton’s house without sleep?" "Is this what you call filial piety in Dad’s eyes?"