"Yes." Victoria's heart tightened again.
"Hmm, it's bothering you quite a bit, isn't it?"
"Isn't it just!" Victoria's mother stifled sobs.
"If it's bothering you, don't think about it, just let nature take its course—" Michael elongated his words.
"What?" Victoria's mother was confused.
"Mom, think about it, stuff like dating and getting married, they're such troublesome things. You have to put thought into it, and it's exhausting," Michael started his illogical brainwashing, specifically created for his mother, "If it's that tiring, don't think about it."
"But the matter is forcing its way upon us now." Victoria's mother hadn't lost all her common sense.
"Hmm, but are you the one who has to handle it?" Michael asked as if it was a matter of fact, "Did they ask you to organize the press conference or consider wedding details?"
"Huh? Doesn't seem like it?" Victoria's mother thought her son had a point.
