CHAPTER 390: CHAPTER 390: NOT A MEMBER OF THE WILSON CLAN AT ALL

"Of course Auntie is good to me." Ophelia Wilson hurriedly said.

In order to establish herself in the Wilson Clan, no matter how unreasonable Emerie Wilson was, she would still appease her.

"Since you know I’m good to you, this matter is settled." Emerie Wilson’s demand really went beyond Ophelia Wilson’s capabilities.

"Auntie, it’s not that I won’t help, it’s just that I’m truly powerless." Ophelia Wilson looked at Emerie Wilson, hoping she could understand her difficulty.

Ophelia Wilson’s reluctance made Emerie Wilson quite resentful.

Especially thinking about how much Benjamin did for Ophelia Wilson, and how much money Stephen Wilson took away, Emerie Wilson felt heartache.

For Ophelia, Benjamin went to such lengths, yet Ophelia was so inconsiderate, it was truly outrageous.

"Ophelia, do you know why I’ve been so good to you all these years?" Emerie Wilson asked sternly.

Ophelia Wilson thought Emerie Wilson wanted to use family ties to coerce her into compliance. She had already devised a counter, "Auntie, I know you’re good to me, when..."

"I’m good to you for a reason, because you are not actually a member of the Wilson Clan!" Emerie Wilson’s words nearly scared the soul out of Ophelia Wilson.

No matter how she calculated, she never expected Emerie Wilson to actually reveal this matter.

She had long known her background from her own mother, but never thought Emerie Wilson would expose it herself.

Ophelia Wilson put on a shocked expression, staring at Emerie Wilson: "Auntie, what are you saying? Are you confused with anger?"

As she spoke, Ophelia Wilson pointed at her own eyes: "How could I not be a member of the Wilson Clan? Look at my eyes, they clearly inherited the family genes of my mother. Auntie, how can you say my mother had an affair? That’s too much!"

"Who said she had an affair?" Emerie Wilson snorted, "You do have ’peach blossom eyes’, but you inherited them from your biological father, not Clarissa Taylor!"

"Clarissa Taylor is not your mother, she’s your aunt!"

Ophelia Wilson was truly shocked, never expecting Emerie Wilson would openly say such a thing.

"Auntie, what are you saying? How could this be possible?" Ophelia Wilson tried hard to force a smile, clearly showing disbelief.

It’s not that she didn’t believe her identity; she didn’t believe Emerie Wilson could be stupid enough to say such a thing.

Unfortunately, Emerie Wilson’s thought process was beyond normal comprehension: "Why isn’t it possible? I personally took you away back then, how could I be wrong?"

"Auntie, what are you saying? This, this... Don’t joke about such things." Ophelia Wilson subtly reminded Emerie Wilson, "Joking with me is fine, but if Grandpa and Grandma find out, wouldn’t they be heartbroken?"

"That’s why I’m telling you alone." Emerie Wilson acted understanding, which disgusted Ophelia Wilson to the point of nearly vomiting.

With a brain like Emerie Wilson’s, she relied on the luck of being born into a good family, otherwise such stupidity would have been beaten to death long ago.

"I never intended for your Grandpa and Grandma to know." Emerie Wilson went straight to her purpose, "If it weren’t for me swapping you back then, you’d still be living poorly in the Taylor Family. Where would you have this good life now?"

"In any case, to keep this secret, both your uncle and I have done many things for you. Your uncle lost quite a bit of money, and this time the cooperation with the Peace Group must include your uncle."