"Men who blame women when things go wrong, they're themselves nothing more than weak cowards. It's despicable. Aunt Sydney, he's different. I've made my fair share of trouble, but every time, he's been there to aid me. You don't have to worry anymore."
Earlier, she had sent a message to Dylan Collins on Whatsapp.
Shortly after, she received a reply from Dylan stating that he had arrived.
The door swung open, his hand casually tucked in his pocket, his steps echoed confidence as he treaded inside.
The sharpness of his eyebrows and the sparkle in his eyes shone magnificently, creating an intimidating spectacle. Yet his gaze was laced with a slight smile, an aura of superiority was evident as he made his way inside.
Sydney Hart seemed surprised.
So, Dylan Collins was the man Hallie had mentioned?
An expression of pure astonishment spread across Sydney's face as she stared at Hallie, her eyes filled with questioning.
Hallie had already stood up, looking towards Dylan.
