What Are You Dreaming About?

"Bang!" The door was pushed open heavily and hit the wall. Issac used too much strength, so the door bounced back. Isaac stood at the door and said to Maxwell with a gloomy face, "Where is my mother?" He rushed back and even drove through several red lights. He was getting more and more anxious. It was not easy for him to come back here, and his heart clanged like fifteen buckets in a single well. Maxwell was practicing calligraphy. When he heard the loud noise, his hand paused for a moment. Then he heard Isaac's disrespectful words. He frowned, but his tone was calm, "You're back?" Isaac walked in quickly and glanced at the words that Maxwell had just written, "I'm asking you. Where is my mother? How is she now? Have you sent her to the hospital?" His mother was seriously ill, but Maxwell had the mood to write these! Just now, Maxwell told him on the phone that his mother was seriously ill and might be in danger... God know how he felt at that moment. Her mother was not old, and she w