CHAPTER 452: CHAPTER 452: THE LAST RESORT

Nowadays, it’s not just that consumers aren’t buying in, even the Wilson Corporation’s partners are starting to have issues.

Who wants to partner with a company so tangled up in chaos and unable to distinguish right from wrong?

If any real problems arise in the future, given the shameless behavior of the Wilson Clan, who knows what kind of mess they’ll create?

Old Mr. Wilson sighed frequently at home, looking dispirited, as if he had aged several years overnight. Old Mrs. Wilson was also extremely anxious and suggested, "How about we let Mason come back?"

Mason has been managing the company all along; her husband hasn’t dealt with the company’s affairs for years. This sudden takeover is causing chaos.

"Why call him back?" The mention of this made Old Mr. Wilson angry, "If he still remembers this is his family, how could he not know about such a significant online scandal?"

"He’s currently bewitched by that little wench, Sophie Wilson!" Old Mrs. Wilson tried to excuse Mason Wilson. In her heart, no matter what happened, it was always someone else’s fault; her children were the most innocent, "Talk to him properly, Mason will definitely come back."

Old Mr. Wilson became even more agitated: "You want me, as a father, to beg my son?"

"That’s not what I mean." Old Mrs. Wilson explained, "I mean, he’s our son, what father and son can’t resolve their differences? Just talk it out, won’t you?"

"Do you really want our company to end up in outsiders’ hands?" Old Mrs. Wilson shot a glance at Old Mr. Wilson. Yes, there are people managing the company now, but the major decisions are still made by Old Mr. Wilson.

The issue is, how old is he now?

How can he have the energy to manage the company continuously?

"Talk it out?" Old Mr. Wilson snorted coldly, replied impatiently, "He’s not listening to anything right now."

"Enough, this matter... I’ll discuss it with Benjamin." Old Mr. Wilson, extremely frustrated, called Benjamin Walton, asking him to bring Emerie Wilson to their home tonight.

Now, there’s only one last resort to save the Wilson Clan.

"Mom and Dad." Emerie Wilson had been enjoying her time at home these days. Even after she was discharged, Benjamin often stayed home with her, allowing her to forget the unpleasantness of the past.

Now, she looked radiant, hardly like someone who had been hospitalized not long ago.

"Emerie, you’re here? Go wash your hands and eat; everything today is your favorite." Old Mrs. Wilson smiled as she welcomed Emerie Wilson.

At the dining table, Old Mrs. Wilson particularly took care of Emerie Wilson. Emerie Wilson didn’t notice anything, but Benjamin Walton sensed something unusual.

After dinner, Old Mr. Wilson said to Benjamin Walton, "Benjamin, come to my study."

"Okay." Benjamin Walton nodded and stood up.

Emerie Wilson was about to join her mom to watch TV, but Old Mr. Wilson stopped her: "Emerie, you come too."

"Me?" Emerie Wilson asked, bewildered, pointing at her nose. Why was she being called along with Benjamin for her father’s discussion?

"Come, I’ll go with you." Old Mrs. Wilson, worried about her daughter, decided to join as well.

Old Mr. Wilson glanced at them but said nothing, then entered the study.

Downstairs, Chaya Davis softly asked, "What’s going on?"

"The Wilson Clan can’t hold on anymore." Ophelia Wilson replied with a cold laugh.

"Can’t hold on anymore?" Chaya Davis was shocked upon hearing this. She had just started to enjoy a few good days, and now the Wilson Clan was failing?