Dylan Young finally gently set Nell Harris down, his movements especially delicate. He held her hand and saw the unease in her eyes, feeling heartsick. He smiled dotingly and said, "Are you still tired? If not, shall we go have breakfast soon?"
Nell Harris had a guess in her heart now, her hand trembling a bit.
She didn't know what to cook next.
She moved her lips slightly: "I'm... not hungry yet..."
Dylan Young softly brushed the stray hair from Nell Harris's cheeks: "Not hungry? I just heard your stomach growling."
Being ignored by their son, watching their son show a never-before-seen tenderness to that woman, caring so deeply, almost made the Second Son of the Young Family ascend to Nirvana out of anger. Mrs. Young raised her voice in fury and yelled, "Dylan..."
Only then did Dylan Young look up and call out indifferently, "Dad, Mum!"
He turned to Nell Harris with a smile: "Nell, my parents..."
