Chapter 321

"Let's decorate our dining room properly, too. Make sure it matches young people's tastes. Change the tablecloths. "We don't even know what style she likes. Arrange for a variety of them to brighten things up," Martha said. Then, she hurriedly added, "Use the small dining room, not the big one. The big dining room has those old, wooden tables your dad likes. What young person would enjoy eating at such a stiff old-fashioned table? Just sitting there feels suffocating." Mallory hesitated. "Mom, are you okay?" "I feel perfectly fine right now." Martha even stood up and took a step forward. "See? I can walk. My foot hardly hurts anymore. I want to go home right now." She glared at Mallory, demanding, "Why are you still standing here? Quickly handle the discharge procedures." Mallory glanced at Nicholas, who commented, "Make an appointment with a neurologist for your mother." Martha blabbled dreamlike nonsense in broad daylight. If that wasn't a head injury, then what else could it