Mrs. Young got into the car, which headed towards the Davis Family home.
She gazed at the tall buildings flashing by the window, somewhat lost in thought, so much that she didn't hear her mobile phone ring in her bag until the driver pointed it out, causing her to snap back to reality.
"Mrs. Young, your phone has been ringing for quite a while," said the driver, who had been with the Davis family for many years. Now that Fristy Davis had grown older, she couldn't be called Miss Fristy like before, let alone the young miss, so he referred to her as Mrs. Young.
Mrs. Young regained her composure and smiled, "It seems I really am getting old. I didn't sleep well last night and am lacking in spirit, easily getting distracted. Thank you."
The driver replied, "You have had a tough time."
Fristy Davis took out her mobile phone and saw that it was Dylan Young calling, which finally relaxed her expression a bit.
"Hello, Son."
