"How's Elsie doing in the afternoon?"
"She's been energetic throughout the day. If this keeps up, she can be discharged next week."
"Can you arrange for me to meet Sierra tomorrow? I have some things I'd like to ask her."
"Does it have to do with Wesley passing out?"
Wilson asked consciously, and Georgia nodded on the other end of the line.
She trusted Wilson, so she talked about almost all of her speculations and doubts.
"Sierra Moon is Emma Lane. She went missing last year. In the five years that Wesley was growing up, she couldn't have stayed by his side. Otherwise, she couldn't have held it in for all those years without telling Robert about it. So she should only have come across Wesley last year. That's the longest period I can estimate. Wesley, though, thinks that she's been his mother all along, which proves that there's something up with his memory. Sierra definitely won't tell me about it honestly, but probing her for a reaction might turn up something."
"I've got it. I'll get people on it. Go there tomorrow straight off. It's not hard to arrange this."
Georgia relaxed. Robert should have been the one to arrange this.
But he was meeting Vincent right now, and this was important, so Georgia didn't have Robert handle it.
After all, he was juggling too much right now, and she didn't want Mr. Simpson to tire himself out.
After saying that, Wilson spoke up about something else.
"The Gina Williams you had me investigate has turned something up. I've seen the cooperation policy that the Durans sent over. It's sincere, at the very least. So long as the SY Group provides the necessary technology, we'll have half of the shares, and the Duran family will have the other half. It's a fitting project with a very good margin for profit. Logically speaking, the risk assessment department has no reason to deny the policy. But the plan wasn't discussed with internal staff at all, which proves that people high up the chain denied it straight off the bat, so there was no opportunity for people below the rung to make an assessment in the first place. Gina Williams may be responsible for that.
"You may as well call her and meet her directly, ask her way. I've met Gina and she's a capable person. It might be more effective to ask her in person rather than investigating in secret."
"All right. I'll go see Sierra first tomorrow, and if we're free in the afternoon, we'll go to the SY Group to see her. If we're not free tomorrow afternoon, then we can go to the company the day after. She's in the country, after all, and it's easy to meet her."
Wilson nodded, then both sides hung up.
"You're worrying about so much in one day. Do you feel like your brain gets stuck sometimes?"
Wilson hung up, and Elsie came up to him from the side, curious.
She really did feel like Wilson was worrying about too much in one day. Other than what happened that night, he also had to deal with all sorts of matters related to the SY Group, and now he had to take care of her in the hospital.
She didn't even know if he had other things in secret. She felt like Wilson was a finely tuned instrument, like a computer processor organizing everything.
"Up until now, I've never made a mistake."
That was all Wilson said, and Elsie gave him a thumbs-up.
"You must be the smartest person I know. Were you the top of your class? With exceptional grades and stuff."
"I suppose so."
Wilson's answer was mild, and Elsie prodded deeper.
"What do you mean you suppose so? Just tell me straight up, how were your grades in your exams before? That feels more objective. And have you done any IQ tests? Did you get like 200 or 300?"
"Why do you want to know?"
Wilson didn't reply directly and asked that, getting curious himself.
"I never went to school. I'm really impressed with smart people, especially people good at academics. I especially want to know how awesome they are, and I env people like you. Good at studying, perfectly organized with everything, not like me, who can't do anything. I don't even know what I like. I haven't found any interests up until now."
"I got full marks in math before, but it doesn't mean anything. It just means that I'm good at taking exams. If you want to learn, I can teach you. Grades don't mean much. I didn't go to college in the end."
Elsie shook her head, chuckling.
"Do you want me to learn math and foreign languages now? It's too difficult for me. I just want to find something I'm interested in to keep on learning, making it a specialty, even making money out of it, you get me? I don't want to be taken care of by other people for the rest of my life, and I don't want to live off other people's money. You know how I used to make money, right. I sold my body and let those men pay me. I'm not willing to do that now, but I'm not willing to live off my sister or Georgia either."
"Back then, when you were studying at home, you had a good grasp of color and you actually had a talent for drawing. But then you gave up. Why didn't you continue?"
Wilson's words gave Elsie some confidence.
"Do you really think I can develop in that direction? I only drew what was in my heart. I don't like the rules that they say are implicit. When I'm drawing, sometimes I feel depressed and cooped up, and projected that onto what I drew."
"Art is always about your heart. You need to grasp the basics. There're all sorts of styles in making art, and you might create a style of your own."
"All right. Just for that, I'll try to work hard."
Meanwhile, Robert had taken Vincent to his hotel.
After picking him up at the airport, the old man had fallen asleep the moment he got in the car.
Robert couldn't get a word in. He could tell that Vincent was getting on years and needed rest.
He could only wait.
But when they reached the hotel, Vincent woke up.
He let Robert into his room and chatted.
"Your father saved my life three times, so I owe him thrice over. What do you want from me now that you have me here?"