The Second Son of the Young Family's face froze, Mrs. Young's originally contrived expression of grief and guilt seemed particularly ridiculous at this moment.
Her lips twitched slightly, and she sneaked a glance at Mr. Young, hoping he would speak.
Mr. Young sighed: "Dylan Young, what do you mean by this? You've doubted me and your mum from the beginning, you simply don't believe us. Do you think we, as your parents, would scheme against you? Fine, so this Medicine Bottle is real, and indeed it's sleeping pills. So what? Your mum is upset by that good Wife you married and can't sleep all night. Without sleeping pills, she can't sleep at all. But she only takes them at night, never during the day, and the amount she takes isn't enough to make her sleep this long. You've truly disappointed us. I thought you liked that Woman and at least had some rationality, but I didn't expect you'd use such thoughts to suspect your parents for her."
