"Let me say something about your studies, and don't mind me for being blunt. If you get into university, you'll bring honor to the family and have a boundless future—that goes without saying. But what if you don't? Will you still be able to land a good job?
"I'm speaking from experience, so let me give you some advice: focusing on the job opportunity in front of you is what really matters." May Sutton was worried that if Ian Quincy actually got into university, Cecilia Adler would rise along with him and come after her one day.
She spoke with the air of an elder imparting a solemn lesson.
Ian Quincy smiled faintly. "Based on my observations, Aunt, you can't even wear your own socks evenly. That shows just how careless and sloppy you are. Has your career been stalled for ten years? Fifteen? Why should I listen to advice from someone who's accomplished nothing?"
May Sutton glanced down. The top of one sock was indeed higher than the other. She: "..."
