The next day, when Julian Donovan returned from his morning run, Naomi Shaw had already prepared breakfast for four. After showering, he changed his clothes and sat down at the dining table, feeling refreshed. Just as he was about to eat, Dylan Donovan, who was sitting across from him, glanced at him and calmly said, "Whose idea was the concert thing? So tacky!"
'It really was tacky,' Dylan thought. 'Not a shred of creativity. I was watching TV with Grandma at her house, and even she was moved to tears, but I just thought it was childish and tasteless. The most frustrating part is that Mom actually forgave him just like that.'
Naomi Shaw couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. She then watched Julian Donovan shoot Dylan a harsh glare and snort coldly. "Dylan Donovan, you mind your own business. I haven't even settled the score with you for the trouble you caused!"
