"Is it true that you are okay? There are no problems while in this house?" asked Carl, Marco's mother. The woman is currently busy asking questions to her only son while cutting the steak into smaller sizes.
"Of course. I work well. I also eat well as mother always asks. I also occasionally seek entertainment at night clubs. But, only occasionally," Marco replied casually as he devoured the piece of steak that was on his plate at this time.
"You don't race anymore, do you?" asked Carl again. The woman's gaze was now looking flat and straight at Marco who was sitting right in front of her.
*Of course I didn't. I didn't do anything stupid again that could cost someone's life, Mother," Marco replied calmly. After that, the man's gaze shifted to James as if giving a signal to his father to stop his mother's intention to ask again.
