"Is that so?" The old lady was half-believing, "Then why didn't you let Jasmine finish speaking? You got my heart all worked up, thinking Wilson was back from abroad but didn't come to see me."
Viola Harris chuckled twice, "How could that be? You don't know what your granddaughter looks like? There are people lining up from here to back home to marry me. If I agree to marry him, he'd be overjoyed and wouldn't dare neglect me."
"Always boasting." The old lady chuckled in mock reproach, "When Wilson comes back, you must bring him to see me early on so I can check him out for you."
"Got it, you should sleep now. Once I'm done washing up, I'll go to bed too."
"You should go back to rest tonight. You still have work tomorrow. You can't rest well here, and I'm worried about you. I can't rest well either."
"I'm the only one at home. It's so lonely. I'd rather stay here with you."
