Dylan Young now doesn't even like mentioning Arnold Glenn's name. He regrets not kicking him a few more times; as a man who married such a good wife and has such a lovely daughter, yet still isn't satisfied, does he have a hole in his brain?
Dylan's face turned gloomy, looking somewhat terrifying.
In his pitch-black eyes, it seemed as though flames were burning, making Nell Harris feel a little uneasy. She felt like he was emitting a chilly aura.
She lowered her head and said, "The things between us are somewhat long. For a moment, I don't even know how to say it or how to begin."
Nell Harris felt that the matters from the last time she met Arnold Glenn were too long. She didn't know where to start saying them.
Dylan poured her a cup of water: "Don't rush, speak slowly. As long as I'm here, I won't let you suffer any grievances again."
Nell Harris froze, her beautiful face full of surprise.
