Ivy Grant saw the haggard expression on George Flack's face and knew then that her father was already in such pain, naturally, he wouldn't have had time to think about Dylan Flack.
"Dad, let's go look for Dylan now. He doesn't know where to go and he hasn't come back yet."
He hasn't come back? When did he leave? George Flack looked at the current time, it was almost midnight; where could Dylan have gone?
"How could this happen, do you know where Dylan went? Where do we even start looking now? Have you called Dylan?"
Oh, Ivy Grant has naturally tried to figure things out!
"Of course, I called Dylan, but his phone seems to be turned off. It makes sense, he probably left in the afternoon, it's been so long, the phone should be out of battery by now."
George Flack didn't know what had happened, but by the sounds of it, did Ivy Grant know something?
"So where do we go now? It's so late, why didn't you tell me earlier?" George's tone contained a slight reproach.
