Her grandmother glared at her, silently signaling her to stay quiet, and pulled out a handful of coins and a card from the bag.
"What's this? Just some loose change and a worthless card? What kind of card is this?"
"It seems to be a credit card," Emma's mother replied uncertainly.
"A credit card? Can it be used to buy things?" her grandmother asked impatiently.
"It should work," Emma's mother answered hesitantly.
Upon hearing this, Emma's grandmother snatched the card eagerly.
"Let me warn you, your daughter is hopelessly naive. Don't you start acting foolishly too!" she scolded, tucking the card into her pocket.
When Emma's mother reemerged, her expression was strained. "Mom, what's wrong? What were you and grandma discussing inside?"
"It's nothing," Emma's mother replied, her unease masked as she handed Emma the glass of water.
