Ivy Grant felt uncomfortable and sat up to listen as Dylan Flack continued to analyze.
It seemed to make sense, so should she just keep a low profile and wait patiently?
"Fine, I'm sick of these chips, and since Dad is not coming down, I won't put on a show here anymore. I'm going upstairs!"
Ivy got up swiftly, dusted off her little hands, and went upstairs.
Dylan watched the crumbs on the sofa and the ground, sighed, knowing that the sensible always bear more burdens, but thankfully Dylan just sighed without really complaining and quickly cleaned up the mess.
Having stood up, Dylan took a deep sigh, hoping things were indeed as he had analyzed, and not that Dad was by Mom's side and couldn't get away.
...
Still distrustful of Steve Harris, Mallia Mamet walked a bit after getting out of the car and then turned back to check. There were no cars following her. However, having been followed these past days without realizing it, she was still somewhat on edge.
