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“Visitors?” Aunt Celine mumbled, looking puzzled. “ Mason, are you expecting anyone?” She asked her husband and Uncle Mason shook his head, frowning.
However, before he could speak, a somewhat shrill voice echoed from outside the ward.
“Visitor? Since when do I need permission to visit my own son?” The voice carried authority and unreasonable pride that made you feel uncomfortable without even seeing the person yet.
The next second, the door was pushed open.
An elderly woman, dressed in an obviously expensive purple dress that seemed somewhat old-fashioned walked in. Her silver hair was meticulously packed and her back was straight despite her old age and the obvious wrinkles on her face.
She had a stern visage, and her face was devoid of any smile.
Beside her, another elderly
