"Mom!" Emerie cried as she returned to the Wilson Clan, bursting into even louder sobs upon seeing Old Mrs. Wilson, "Mom, you have to back me up!"
"What’s wrong?" Old Mrs. Wilson’s heart ached seeing Emerie cry like this, and she urgently asked, "I want to divorce Benjamin Walton!"
Old Mrs. Wilson was shocked: "You remarried Benjamin?"
"That was a few days ago, now I want to divorce him!" Emerie said while crying, "I don’t want to live with him anymore, he..."
"What about him?" Before Old Mrs. Wilson could speak, Old Mrs. Wilson came down the stairs after hearing the commotion, "You’re so capable, marrying and divorcing him, you don’t need us to decide for you? Just handle the paperwork yourselves!"
Old Mrs. Wilson was so angry.
What was Emerie thinking, remarrying Benjamin Walton?
Just because they haven’t been showing her favoritism recently, she’s having a hard time?
Running back to Benjamin Walton was one thing, but she even handled the remarriage paperwork herself.
What’s in her head?
Old Mrs. Wilson was furious.
"Dad, give me some money, and I’ll divorce him immediately!" Emerie, oblivious to Old Mrs. Wilson’s attitude, confidently reached out her hand.
This time, Old Mrs. Wilson didn’t even need to speak, Old Mrs. Wilson was already anxious: "Why do you need money?"
"To divorce Benjamin Walton!" Emerie said matter-of-factly, "That Benjamin Walton is too much, saying I have to give him money or he won’t divorce me! Dad, Mom, tell me, can I live with someone like that? Of course I have to divorce him!"
"What money? Why do you have to give him money?" Old Mrs. Wilson grew more confused the more she listened, but Old Mrs. Wilson had already thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Did you go to see Sophie Wilson?"
Emerie was startled, then quickly denied: "No, I just wanted to..."
"Emerie, do you think if I ask Benjamin Walton, he won’t tell me?" Old Mrs. Wilson threatened.
Faced with Old Mrs. Wilson’s questioning, Emerie hesitantly admitted: "We... we saw Sophie, but..."
"Digging your own grave." Old Mrs. Wilson sneered, sitting heavily on the sofa.
He had to sit down, fearing Emerie would anger him into fainting.
"Dad, how is this my own doing? Clearly it’s Sophie’s fault. She could’ve helped Benjamin Walton’s company, but instead, she’s suppressing it. If it weren’t for Sophie’s actions, would my life be like this?" Emerie’s accusations made Old Mrs. Wilson laugh from the exasperation.
"What? According to you, Sophie should introduce all her connections to Benjamin Walton and support Benjamin Walton’s company, right?"
Emerie nodded: "That’s exactly how it should be, we’re all family, Sophie is too..."
"Get out!" Old Mrs. Wilson couldn’t listen anymore, yelling angrily.
"Dad!" Emerie exclaimed in disbelief, then turned to Old Mrs. Wilson, looking at her with grievance, "Mom, look at Dad, how can he treat me like this?"
Old Mrs. Wilson looked at Emerie with a headache, even as biased as she was towards this woman, she couldn’t help but sigh heavily: "Emerie, when will you grow up a little and mature?"
They can’t protect her anymore.