Nathan Lynch wasn't lost in the beautiful fantasy Renee Jennings was weaving. "But I don't like acting. You have to memorize so many lines for acting. Mona doesn't like it at all!"
Renee Jennings's brow furrowed slightly. "Mona doesn't like acting? Then what does Mona like to do? What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Nathan Lynch froze. He remembered the dream he had told his mother about a long time ago, and a look of longing appeared in his eyes. "Mona likes planting flowers. Mona wants to grow the most beautiful flowers in the world and give them to the people Mona loves most!"
Renee Jennings frowned. "A horticulturist?"
Nathaniel Lynch was already scolding him harshly. "You just want to plant some flowers and hide away in a garden? How can you have so little ambition! Nathan Lynch, why are you always so shallow, just like your mother! When you go out, don't you dare say you're Nathaniel Lynch's son. I'd be too embarrassed!"
