"Ophelia, who is that person? Do you know him?" Emerie asked as she drove, glancing in the rearview mirror.
"How would I know him? Such a strange guy." Emerie replied irritably, "Don't mention him anymore."
"Alright." Ophelia nodded, smiling, "Auntie, you should rest for a bit; we'll be home soon."
"Hmm." Distracted, Emerie didn't notice that Ophelia had seen all her frustration and confusion and was thoughtfully pondering.
Sophie Wilson was waiting for the results, and it was already noon. She had just gotten the results and found out that everything was indeed fine, which allowed her to breathe a sigh of relief.
Luckily, everything was okay; otherwise, she would feel bad for that introverted guy.
As she was thinking about the guy, her phone rang. This sense of connection made Sophie involuntarily show a happy smile as she answered the call, "Hello."
"Are you still not done?" Charles Seymour asked.
He estimated that it should be about time; Sophie should be home by now.
