The secretary left, and shortly after, Sophie Wilson walked in, accompanied by a middle-aged man in his forties.
Every hair perfectly in place, not to mention the impeccably tailored suit—he looked every bit the picture of a meticulous man.
This man...
Stephen Wilson's gaze circled the middle-aged man puzzlingly, finally turning to Sophie Wilson, "Sophie, you've been too willful, hasn't it been days since you last went to work?"
"There must be limits to acting on impulse. If you don't want to work, just say so earlier. Don't let it affect the company negatively."
Stephen Wilson immediately launched into a lecture—a father with strict expectations for his children indeed.
Just that...
Sophie Wilson internally smirked. So many days had passed since she'd left the Wilson Clan, yet Stephen Wilson hadn't even called to ask about her feelings?
Wasn't he supposed to love her?
