"Emerie, we don't have much money left." Old Mrs. Wilson spoke heavily.
"Mom, what are you talking about? How could the Wilson Corporation be out of money?" Emerie was immediately displeased, "Are you thinking Sophie has some skills now, so you want to curry favor with her?"
"I don't care if you want to curry favor with her, but you have to give me the money that's rightfully mine!" Emerie's ruthless words made Old Mrs. Wilson look painfully at Old Mr. Wilson.
Old Mr. Wilson let out a cold laugh and said, "The Wilson Corporation is now Mason Wilson's. What I have is just a small dividend. Do you think I have much money left?"
"Don't your mother and I need to keep some money for our retirement?"
"Dad, you still have so much money, why can't you give some to me? Are you really going to watch me suffer in the Walton Family?" Emerie accused, staring at Old Mr. Wilson and Old Mrs. Wilson.
Old Mr. Wilson snorted coldly and said to Emerie, "Get out, get out... Throw her out!"
