"Alright, I won't say any more formalities." Albert Fletcher didn't say much more because he truly cared about his parents. Moreover, receiving things from Ophelia Wilson wasn't for nothing; over the years, all the resources and connections he had went into supporting Ophelia Wilson.
Albert Fletcher followed Ophelia Wilson into the villa and saw that the living room was piled with many shopping bags.
Chaya Davis was sitting on the sofa, blissfully opening the bags one by one, her smile even brighter than the sunshine.
Hearing the door, she looked up and saw Ophelia come in. Chaya immediately stood up from the sofa and quickly went over, "Ophelia, you're back."
"Mom, still not asleep?" Ophelia Wilson asked curiously. It was already past ten o'clock; how could she still be so energetic?
"Not yet." Chaya Davis said blissfully, "I went shopping today and bought a lot of things, so I won't embarrass you anymore when we go out."
