"Mason, what are you talking about?" Old Mrs. Wilson sighed lightly, seemingly disappointed because of being misunderstood by Mason Wilson.
"I've come here to tell you something." Old Mrs. Wilson spoke earnestly, "I'm worried that if I don't tell you, you might regret it in the future."
Mason Wilson didn't speak, merely looking silently at Old Mrs. Wilson.
Old Mrs. Wilson felt somewhat awkward under Mason's gaze, but remembering her purpose, she still spoke up: "You know what? Emerie has been sent to the hospital."
"Oh." Mason Wilson responded calmly, which angered Old Mrs. Wilson, "You know Emerie has been sent to the hospital?"
"Didn't you just say so, Mom?" Mason Wilson asked confusedly.
"Why are you so calm? Did you really not know beforehand?" Old Mrs. Wilson still asked, uneasy.
"Mom, I'm busy every day, and besides, I don't want to know any news about her." Mason Wilson said with amusement.
He would never believe his mother's claim of not being biased.
