Something was certainly off.
Dylan Collins could feel it too.
"Keep an eye on them, note who they contact, and report back to me. Also, don't let them know anything about the Collins family or about Hallie. Additionally, get hold of Emma Myers' hair as soon as possible so Hallie can carry out a DNA test."
The next day, Emma Myers and Anson Donart arrived at the Collins' residence.
As soon as they entered, they almost bumped into someone.
"Oh, who is this? They're acting so rashly."
Olive Campbell came to discuss Dylan's wedding details with him. But Dylan wasn't home. Just as she was about to leave, she bumped into Emma and Anson.
Emma Myers swiftly held her son steady. An elegantly embroidered handkerchief in her hand, she delicately wiped the thin film of perspiration on her face, emanating an aura of affluence.
Backtracking, Emma immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. Did we hurt you anywhere?"
