"Of course I know it's tragic. I want to know how tragic it is," Sophie Wilson asked curiously.
"Can't you just go back and ask Charles Seymour directly?" Mason Wilson asked, puzzled. "Wouldn't he tell you?"
"He'll definitely tell me, but do you think he'll give me the details?" Sophie Wilson couldn't help but laugh.
Mason Wilson thought about it and realized it made sense.
"Sigh..." Mason Wilson sighed lightly, "What can you do? Julian Campbell went through excitement, enthusiasm, then got deeply frustrated and self-doubting all in one day. Eventually, I felt he was questioning life and ready to give up."
Sophie Wilson pursed her lips, "Wow, what's Charles Seymour doing? Torturing the poor guy?"
"By the end of the day, Julian Campbell looked completely drained, stumbling around," Mason Wilson remembered seeing Julian, and honestly, he felt sorry for him.
"Alright, I'll talk to him tonight," Sophie Wilson said helplessly.
