"It's all good, we've talked it over." Emma Wells said with a smile.
Old Mrs. Wells was not the type to dig too deep. Her daughter was grown enough to handle things herself.
As long as her daughter wasn't bullied, Old Mrs. Wells didn't want to interfere too much; asking too many questions might make her daughter uncomfortable.
"Lucy is really more mature than I am." Sophie Wilson half leaned against Charles Seymour, whispering in his ear, "If I suddenly had a biological dad pop up, I'd be freaking out."
Mason Wilson overheard a bit at the table and coughed dryly; his sudden appearance as a biological dad was quite similar.
At that time, he didn't see Sophie freaking out either.
"Different personalities." Charles Seymour offered a peeled shrimp to Sophie Wilson's lips, "I just like the lively ones."
In other words, he favored the Sophie type.
