Speaking of this, Mrs. Sophia suddenly stopped. She took a look at Myra and stopped.
As long as there was a guest at home, she didn't want to talk about the bad things that had been troubling her for many years.
She sighed.
Knowing Mrs. Sophia felt embarrassed, Myra stopped talking and ate in a low voice.
With a faint smile on his face, Kian coaxed, "Well, grandma, don't be angry. My mother has been really good in England these years."
Mrs. Sophia rolled her eyes at him and said, "I can see that she is enjoying a good time that she never thinks about coming back home. Fortunately, that David didn't break his promi
more. It doesn't matter if she doesn't come back. Let her live and die outside! Anyway, she only knows about work. She won't starve to death."
Hearing this, Marilyn rolled her eyes and quickly approached, "Don't be angry, Olson. No matter what, she is your daughter. Her surname is still An. Besides... She still has three percent of the company's shares. She will help you manage the company sooner or later."
As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Lydia. They had long wanted to get the three percent of the shares in Myra's hand, but they just needed to coax Olson to speak by himself. And this was what Marilyn was best at.