"Alright, then you should leave the room now, I'll get ready."
Belly Wescott nodded her head, but just now Dylan talking to her like an adult really made her feel quite uncomfortable. Moreover, Dylan had stopped calling her 'Mom', perhaps this child no longer trusts her.
When she realized this, Belly Wescott was truly pained. After all, she had raised this child for so many years and had grown attached to him. But now she could only put these thoughts aside and focus on getting that important document as soon as possible.
At that moment, Belly Wescott stood up: "Alright, I'll leave now, but Dylan, you must never let your father know about this, okay?"
Dylan nodded, this wasn't a difficult task for him. Compared to concealing his pain when he was scalded by boiling water before, pretending to be sick was a piece of cake.
Belly Wescott left the room and anxiously waited in her own. She paced back and forth.
Soon, there was some commotion!
"Dylan, Dylan, what's the matter?"
