The servant nodded, "Yes."
After going upstairs and closing the door, Mrs. Young finally began to scold Dylan Young, "Why am I so persistent about this? Isn't it because I care about you? I know you all too well. If it's not racing cars, then it's women. Tell me, why do you never grow up? Yes, beautiful women are wonderful, but without money or power in your hands, which woman would give you a second glance?"
Dylan Young, feeling like his ears were developing calluses from hearing this, replied impatiently, "But I do have it, don't I? I'm the Young Family's Young Master, and I have the Davis Family backing me up. My circumstances are incredibly favorable. Besides, that last time was an accident…"
"Accident… Who was that woman last time? Was it Scarlett Glenn?" Mrs. Young asked, her calm face revealing a trace of chill.
She took off her shoes and sat on the bed, looking around at the somewhat dated decorations and furnishings.
