"Sophie Wilson, what are you so proud of? None of this is yours, which of these has anything to do with you in the future?" Ophelia Wilson hoped Sophie would understand that the glory wasn't earned by her.
"So what if it does or doesn't?" Sophie shrugged nonchalantly. "Anyway, the one envied is me, not you, that's enough for me!"
With a sudden rush, a metallic taste surged in Ophelia's throat, and she almost spat blood from sheer anger at Sophie.
"Sophie, is it really that interesting to rely on men like this?" Ophelia questioned angrily.
"It's quite interesting." Sophie nodded affirmatively, innocently saying, "After all, watching you make a fool of yourself, becoming everyone's joke, oh... how delightfully satisfying this feels?"
"Oh my, this feeling, it's like taking an elixir, it's that comfortable!" Sophie said with a smile as she glanced at Ophelia, saying rather pitifully, "Pity you can't experience such a wonderful feeling."
