Ophelia Wilson interrupted Chaya Davis with a smile and said, "Mom, you don't need to worry. Even if I'm not the eldest daughter of the Wilson Clan, my income alone is enough to support us. Rest assured, I won't let us live a hard life. I'll make sure you enjoy a good life with me."
"But..." Chaya was still a bit hesitant.
Ophelia asked with a smile, "Mom, do you still not trust me?"
"I do, of course I do trust you." Chaya affirmed. Right now, Ophelia was her only support, so how could she possibly upset Ophelia?
"But I'm worried that the pressure on you is too much. What if James can't handle the pressure from the Seymour Family and treats you poorly?" Chaya asked worriedly.
"If that happens, it doesn't matter." Ophelia said with a smile, "I can still act and sing to earn money and support us. It's no different."
Ophelia spoke with a carefree attitude, but the bitterness and helplessness in her expression made Chaya sigh deeply, "As long as you're happy."
