Cynthia told Carl what Armando had just said. Carl felt relieved, "This child has finally grown up."
"Yes. He liked to stay with his aunt when he was little. At that time, I was afraid that he would be just like her when he grew up." Cynthia sighed.
Carl didn't understand her words and nodded unconsciously, "Right. It's good."
"What's good about it? Did you hear what I said?" Cynthia asked in a huff.
"What did you say?" Carl asked.
"Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you." Cynthia turned around and walked towards the living room.
"Of course, I won't understand because you haven't told me." Carl followed her.
"You should get what I mean before I say it!" Cynthia said without looking at him.
Carl didn't know how to retort.
Armando went to the night market, where he bought some roast meat and crayfish. Then he went to buy a dozen cans of beer and took a taxi to the hospital.
On the way, he called Collin to ask if Janessa could eat the food.