Amelia Clarke's hand lying on her lap unconsciously tightened its grip on the hem of her wool coat as Sophia Wilson's words continued to echo in her ears, "If it's his money you want, name your price, and I'll satisfy you."
After a long pause,
A smile spread across Amelia's lips as she confidently replied, "I'm sorry, but I really like your son and I want to be with him. As for the competition you mentioned, I will win it with my own abilities. If I don't, it will only mean that I'm not skilled enough."
Sophia Wilson's eyebrows creased slightly as she watched the girl's unyielding demeanor.
Amelia asked, "Is there anything else you wanted to say?"
Sophia Wilson was silent.
Amelia pushed back her chair and stood up, bowing to Sophia, "If you have nothing else to say, I'll take my leave. Goodbye, Auntie."
Watching the composed figure of the young girl walking away, Sophia Wilson's gaze was deep, her thoughts unreadable.