Old Mr. Wilson was trembling with anger, repeatedly muttering, "How outrageous, how outrageous!"
"Get out, our Wilson Clan won't shelter you shameless mother and daughter!" Old Mrs. Wilson finally shouted out the words she had been holding in her heart for days.
"Do you think I care about living in your house?" Chaya Davis replied with a cold sneer, giving Old Mrs. Wilson a mocking look, "Don't forget, who was it that begged Ophelia to come back to the Wilson Clan?"
"You..." Old Mrs. Wilson clutched her chest in anger, pointing at the door and shouting, "Get out! Just get out!"
Chaya Davis chuckled coldly, "Do you think I'm willing to stay here?"
At that moment, Chaya Davis's phone rang. After answering, she said, "...Okay, I'm here, come in, I'll open the door for you."
With that, she hung up the phone and walked out.
Old Mr. and Mrs. Wilson exchanged a puzzled glance.
Soon, Chaya Davis came back with some men, "Follow me, the luggage is upstairs, just bring it down for me."
