While waiting for his girlfriend to finish talking with his father outside the room, Jefferson became curious about his mother. Seeing her always neutral attitude confused him. What was she thinking all this time? Why didn't she ever protest whenever he did something that would anger her? Was it because she wanted to be angry but couldn't bring herself to do it?
He actually remembered the moment when his mother had slightly objected to his invitation to move in with his girlfriend. It was the first time he'd seen her disagree with his opinion on a romantic matter. Was it true that his mother still had some reservations about having to accept a poor future daughter-in-law?
Vilia smiled shyly as her son stared intently at her. "Jefferson, why are you looking at me like that? Is my makeup weird today?"
"No. In fact, you are always beautiful every day, Mom."
