The note he left said, "Returning at sunrise, if the sun comes out and he's not back, Nell Harris would inevitably be worried."
The sky was already turning pale, Dylan Young's foot slammed on the accelerator. At this hour, there weren't many cars on the road, and he drove fast. Despite having not slept all night, he was still in high spirits.
The car window opened, the cool breeze of the early morning mixed with the dampness of the morning dew, blew on Dylan Young's face. In his brain were the images of their Mother and Daughter duo. Thinking of them, the murderous aura on Dylan Young's face was slightly dispersed by the wind.
The York Family's affairs wouldn't be so easily settled, but today's uproar he caused at the York Family was enough to keep them busy for a while. In the short term, they wouldn't have the energy to do anything else.
