"You know, there's no need to agonize so much! I'm not even her daughter after all. Now that the affair is settled, I couldn't care less about your issues!"
Having said that, Ivy Grant took Dylan Flack by the hand and left.
His wrist was gripped firmly, and in that moment, Dylan truly felt an overwhelming sense of security. He had thought he'd be of some use coming here, only to realize that Ivy had merely dragged him along to watch the show. Dylan's admiration for Ivy just kept growing!
"So can you tell me now? Why did you bring me here? And why did you throw ink on that person earlier?"
In Dylan's view, bygones should be bygones. Mallia Mamet hadn't provoked them on purpose, so why keep harping on the past?
"How else would you prove you're naive?" Ivy stopped under the lush greenery and sat down on a bench that happened to be there.
"Am I really that naive?" Dylan stood in front of Ivy, looking exceptionally aggrieved.
