"Mom, you are talking as if you are not at fault. How do you think we will believe you now when you are not like this before? Do you think, telling me all these now will make me believe you? No. It won't. Neither me or Hazel... She will just hate you." Cathy said and just then, Dylan cleared his throat making them look at him.
"Ohh... Dylan." Grace called as she wiped off her tears away from her eyes and turned around towads him.
Cathy rolled her eyes as she sat down on the couch.
"Please have a seat. I will bring you coffee." Grace said.
"There should be maids here right? Where are they? I can't anyone here?" Dylan asked and Cathy scouted.
"Well... My dear mother wanted to cook for Hazel today. So, she gave everyone an off today..." Cathy said as she chuckled.
Dylan turned around and looked at the guard. He nodded at Dylan as soon as Dylan raised his eyebrows and he walked away from there.
