Luckily, he caught up, otherwise he would have regretted it for life.
Dylan turned his head, half-smiling and asked, "Is the car door still locked?"
"I… I, I'm this… I'm worried, the child has a fever, it's quite chilly outside, the wind… the wind blowing in wouldn't be good for the child, yes… that's it." Arnold Glenn racked his brains to concoct a lie, completely lacking credibility.
Dylan sneered, "Are you sure it's your wife and kids inside?"
"Of course, of course they are…"
"But why do I feel like it's a kidnapping?"
Arnold Glenn shook his head repeatedly, "How is that possible? The people inside are really my wife, named Nell Harris, everyone in our village knows, the child in her arms is my daughter, named Scarlett Glenn, and the girl next to her, about ten years old, is my younger sister, named Ruka Glenn. How could I be kidnapping? Sir, this kind of joke should not be thrown around lightly."
