Mason Hawkins didn't care about the man's mockery and picked up another orange, "Daniel, I've noticed that you've not only become a vinegar pot but also very stingy. I need to report this to Master Foster so she can discipline you properly."
He acted as if he couldn't wait for her to discipline him, despite knowing she probably didn't have the time to bother with him.
Daniel Cooper frowned again, feeling an intense urge to smoke, but the woman had strictly forbidden him from smoking before he recovered. If she returned and smelled tobacco in the hospital ward, who knew how she would make a fuss then.
But the more he craved a cigarette, the more he couldn't smoke, and the more he wanted to smoke, the more irritable he became.
He glanced at the shape of the cigarette pack bulging in Mason's suit pants pocket and said with a frown, "You've finished the oranges, so get lost. It's a snowy night and the roads are slippery, be careful not to get into a car accident."
