Dylan's straightforward words made Nell Harris's eyes sting, and all her unease and panic vanished with his words.
He believed her, without asking anything, he believed her.
Mrs. Young was stunned by what Dylan said, he actually didn't believe her, and trusted that bitch so much.
She felt that all her efforts in acting and kneeling to that slut were in vain.
Mrs. Young's chest ached violently, with a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat, she was at a loss for words.
She was truly puzzled, what did Dylan even like about this woman? She wasn't particularly young, though beautiful, but there were plenty of beautiful women, why her?
Seeing that she couldn't sow discord between Dylan and Nell, Mrs. Young hurriedly changed the subject, "Well... that's good, so... are you both leaving now?"
"Mm, going home."
"Where is your address? I will come over again after we have almost finished playing here, after all, it's not good for us to keep staying at a friend's house..."
