The old man stared stonily at his son. "Do you have any objections?"
Michael Marshall furrowed his brows and replied coldly, "You call the shots. What opinions could I possibly have?"
Hidden in the elder man's eyes was a smoldering anger ready to burst forth. "From now on, whoever it is, they'll be sent to the countryside to experience real life. I shouldn't have spoilt them. Otherwise, they'll forget their roots."
Then, conspicuously, silence filled the hospital ward.
The old man cast a meaningful glance at Matthew Marshall and left.
Feeling frustrated, Michael Marshall went out for a smoke.
In the ward, only Bella Thompson and Matthew Marshall remained. Bella lowered her voice and asked, "Son, why are you going to the countryside for recuperation? Do you have a plan?"
Matthew Marshall opened his eyes slightly, looking at his mother.
Immediately, Bella Thompson moved closer to her son, listening carefully to his words.
