Belly Wescott looked at the night outside, her heart couldn't help but worry. She didn't know where George Flack had been all this time, and why he hadn't been home?
In desperation, Belly Wescott had no choice but to go to the child's room. Seeing Dylan Flack, who was already lying in bed to rest, Belly Wescott whispered, "Dylan, shall we call your dad? He hasn't come home so late!"
She could feel that the child was not asleep, his breathing underwent more significant fluctuations.
Dylan was indeed not asleep, but he didn't want to open his eyes anymore. He just said, "If Dad hasn't come back so late, he must be busy outside. Let's wait for him to come back."
This was not what Belly Wescott wanted to hear, but she could only clench her fists. After all, she couldn't irritate Dylan. If anything were to happen to him, she wouldn't be able to explain it to George Flack.
