"You've found a job?" Old Mrs. Wilson felt a bit resentful, wondering what job could be more important than her role as a mother.
"Yes." Mason Wilson responded casually.
Old Mrs. Wilson couldn't help but start nagging again: "Look at you, how old are you now? You're still out there looking for a job? We have such a big company at home, and you don't take care of it? What are you doing out there?"
Mason Wilson felt a sudden surge of irritation at his mother's words: "Mom, if you hadn't supported Ophelia like that, would we be in this situation now?"
Old Mrs. Wilson's incessant words came to an abrupt halt, and she replied regretfully: "You and your wife went a bit too far on this matter. No matter how you look at it, Ophelia has called you dad and mom for over twenty years. How could you be so heartless?"
Mason Wilson suddenly burst into laughter at his mother's statement: "Mom, I'm over fifty years old, not a child. Do you really think I can't see your and dad's intentions?"
