The Old Man said, "This Mid-Autumn Festival, let's celebrate it properly."
Mason Morton sat in his wheelchair, looking up at his mum, and when he saw her head lowered with her hands tightly clenched, he felt a tightness in his own heart.
He still knew his mother was formidable, and he genuinely worried that she might suddenly pull some stunt.
Mason sighed, during his two days at the Davis Family's place, every second felt eternal, as if sitting on pins and needles. He hadn't understood before, but now he finally realized that it was truly unbearable.
The Davis family, now all their energy was focused on Scarlett Glenn, watching them, it was clear they were the real family.
But Mason didn't really have any thoughts on this because, after all, he wasn't part of the Davis family. He had no reason to feel jealous or envious.
It was perfectly normal for the family to dote on Scarlett Glenn, their blood granddaughter.
