"Isn't this something I, as her mother, should be concerned about?"
Marcia nodded seriously, her expression matter-of-fact. "While it's true I'm usually too busy with business to be very involved in your life, I've still been gathering information on you. As long as I can confirm you're living comfortably and safely, I can rest easy."
"My daughter is so beautiful. She's been attracting hordes of boys since she was little, and even more so now. I don't want my precious girl to suddenly show up at my door with a big belly, knocked up by some unsuitable man."
"Oh, don't worry, young man. I'm not talking about you. I've looked into you as well. If it were you, I'd actually be a little more at ease."
"You're spying on me?!?!!!!!"
Erica shrieked.
"No, not spying. Merely gathering intelligence, like a businesswoman."
"Leaving that aside for a moment, how could you ask him that sort of thing? That's so rude!"
