"No need for too much gratitude," Sophie Wilson said with a smile, looking at Henry Chapman who was trembling all over. "We're just this filial."
"Alright, no need to see us off. We're leaving." Just as Sophie Wilson was about to get into the car, Henry Chapman suddenly reached out to grab her. "Sophie Wilson... ah, it hurts, it hurts... let go."
Sophie Wilson turned around and looked at Henry Chapman, who was being held by the wrist by Charles Seymour, and asked helplessly, "Mr. Chapman, what are you trying to do? Forcing a guest to stay?"
"Let go... ah!" Henry Chapman cried out in pain, and his housemaid rushed inside scared to call for help.
"Charles Seymour, what are you doing?" Old Mr. Chapman stormed out angrily, "Let go, I said let go!"
Charles Seymour completely ignored Old Mr. Chapman and instead looked at Sophie Wilson, silently asking for her opinion.
"Let him go," Sophie Wilson said with a smile.
