Victoria had waited until seven in the evening, finally succumbing to anxiety, she rang Mason Ross.
"What? Hank Clegg left quite early, he left in the afternoon." Mason Ross responded with surprise, "What? He didn't come home?"
"No." Victoria wrung her hands, "He didn't come home, and I didn't dare to call him... What exactly did you two talk about?"
Mason Ross on the other side of the phone remained silent for a long time.
He finally responded with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "What can I say? I just told him the reality. He requested another assessment. I agreed to it…"
"And what were the results?" Victoria felt like she was going to squeeze her phone to pieces.
"It's the same," Mason Ross's voice was deflated, "I can't change genetics, okay?"
"What...did he say?" What Victoria cared most about was Hank Clegg's response.
