"Crazy, huh? Who needs to drown their sorrows in alcohol? I think it’s you all!" Emerie didn’t want to give way, but, unfortunately, Sophie squeezed her aside.

Whatever Emerie said, Sophie considered it nonsense at the time; anyway, Emerie would know the result soon enough.

"Mom, how can Sophie be so shameless?" Emerie complained to Old Mrs. Wilson angrily.

"That’s just how she is." Old Mrs. Wilson snorted; she didn’t care for Sophie as a granddaughter.

Ever since Sophie showed up, her family hasn’t had any peace.

Not only did she make her son leave home, but she also drove her daughter out the door.

How filial her son used to be!

And now?

He’s been completely led astray by Sophie.

"Ignore them, hurry up and call Benjamin to see where they are, so we can have the waiter serve the dishes." Old Mrs. Wilson patted Emerie and said.

"Alright." Emerie said, taking out her phone. Before she could dial, the phone rang first.

Seeing the caller ID, Emerie couldn’t help but smile: "Mom, it’s Benjamin calling."

"Quick, answer it." Old Mrs. Wilson said hurriedly.

"Benjamin, where are you? Mom and I are getting impatient waiting..." Emerie said, just as she saw Sophie and Charles coming back from washing their hands, her eyes darting, and she added, "You guys won the bid, of course we have to celebrate! How can we start the banquet without you and Dad, the heroes? Oh, and bring James along. Let’s have a proper celebration!"

Seeing Emerie’s jubilant expression, Sophie really couldn’t hold it back, falling into Charles’ arms laughing.

Old Mrs. Wilson chimed in: "Yes, tell them to come quickly."

All in the same restaurant, to anger this unfeeling, unfilial Sophie.

Emerie’s proud smile suddenly froze, as if a sharp knife had sliced the laughter away, leaving only silence.

"Emerie, what’s wrong?" Old Mrs. Wilson noticed something was amiss, reaching out quickly to nudge Emerie, "Emerie, are you having heart problems? Even if you’re happy, you shouldn’t be so excited."

Emerie held the phone, turned her head stiffly, her lips trembling, eyes reddening.

Her peculiarity nearly scared Old Mrs. Wilson to death: "Emerie, Emerie, what’s the matter?"

"Mom..." Emerie began, her voice thick with sobs, "Dad didn’t win the bid."

"What?" Old Mrs. Wilson’s body wavered upon hearing, nearly fainting.

"Mom, Mom..." Emerie hurried to support Old Mrs. Wilson, already flustered enough herself; if her mom fainted, what would she do?

"How, how could they not win the bid?" Old Mrs. Wilson, not fainting in the end, weakly asked, her voice feeble.

"How would I know?" Emerie stomped her foot, anxious and upset, suddenly raising her head and seeing Sophie and Charles nearby, a flash of insight hit her, and she instantly understood the cause, "Sophie, it’s you, isn’t it? You did this!"

"Well, that’s quite the accusation, isn’t it?" Sophie protested, "Just now you said no one in Imperial City could cover the sky with one hand, yet here you are contradicting yourself... Hey, Emerie, doesn’t your face hurt?"