"Sophie Wilson, this is what you came here to make a scene about?" Henry Chapman's mind was working at lightning speed at this moment; he clearly picked apart Sophie Wilson's intention. "You're just here to sling mud at us. You're this despicable and shameless—you really are cut from the same cloth as Charles Seymour!"
To Henry Chapman's accusation, Sophie Wilson only gave a small laugh, didn't argue a word, and turned to leave.
"Sophie Wilson, stop right there!" Henry called after her angrily. "You're going to explain everything to me clearly."
