"I won't!" Emerie Wilson resolutely said.
"We're all Wilson Clan's children, why are you partial to Charles?" Emerie said, her eyes turning red with resentment, "You treat Benjamin like he's not one of us. He's my husband, why can't you trust him?"
"Emerie!" Old Mrs. Wilson angrily reprimanded. Had this child gone mad?
"Mom, don't be upset." Benjamin Walton hurriedly advised, "Emerie, I have a lot of things to deal with at my own company. Even if I want to help Dad, I don't have the energy for it."
"I don't care, I don't care!" Emerie burst into a childish tantrum.
"Mason, you should go back to the company," Old Mrs. Wilson looked at Mason Wilson, speaking with difficulty, his aged voice resonating with sorrow.
Mason Wilson glanced at Old Mrs. Wilson and nodded, "I can return to the Wilson Clan."
Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Wilson's eyes lit up with excitement.
