"Dylan, you start eating here. I'll go check on the situation." George Flack said as he patted Dylan Flack's shoulder and went to the bedroom to see what was happening.
It has to be said, Dylan Flack was indeed much more obedient than Ivy Grant.
Upon arriving at the bedroom, George found Aria Grant trying her best to call Ivy, but Ivy was lying on the bed, motionless.
"Ivy, get up quickly. Are you going to keep all of us waiting for you? Besides, it's your fault for being late to class, not your mom and me. Can you please take this matter seriously?"
Ivy, who was lying comfortably, suddenly became angry when she heard George's words.
Why was it so difficult for her just to sleep in a little bit? If she had known, she would not have come here in the first place.
"Can you guys stop yelling at me to get up? I've already made arrangements with Mrs. Irene, I don't have to go today. I'm sick, so the two of you don't need to worry."
