"Grandson-in-law?" Old Mrs. Wilson scoffed disdainfully, "There isn't even a granddaughter, let alone a grandson-in-law."
"Without that granddaughter, our family was so much better." Old Mrs. Wilson just did not like Sophie Wilson.
Especially since the consequence of Sophie Wilson's return was breaking ties with Emerie. Isn't that crazy?
"Alright, alright, I still have many things to handle here. Benjamin wants to manage the company, which is absolutely impossible. Tell Emerie to abandon this idea!" Old Mrs. Wilson chased Old Mrs. Wilson out of the study.
The nagging finally disappeared from his ears. Old Mrs. Wilson sighed heavily and gradually sat down on the chair, pressing his swollen, aching forehead. His loose skin and the bulging veins on the back of his hand all served as reminders that he was indeed old.
In the past, he too was full of vigor and led his people to establish this family business. Now, managing it has become a struggle.
