At eleven o'clock at night, Mason Jarvis's mother brought in a bowl of noodles, her voice brimming with maternal care. "Son, eat this and then go to bed. You can finish your homework when you get up tomorrow."
Mason Jarvis nodded obediently. He put down his pen, closed his book, and took a bite with his chopsticks. A smile spread across his youthful face. "Mom, these noodles are delicious."
'He knew his mom was just trying to do what was best for him, so he didn't want to let her down.'
Mason Jarvis's mother gave a genuine smile and patted his head. "Tomorrow, I'll go buy some pork ribs and make you a tomato, corn, and pork rib stew."
Mason nodded.
After the door to his room closed, he quietly got up, flicked on his desk lamp, and continued with his homework.
Holly Winslow found some time to have a long, serious talk with Mason's mother about his situation.
