The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 695

When Dylan locked eyes with Hendrix, he even chuckled. "Mr. Freeman, thank you for coming all the way here in the middle of the night. But the doctor just said that Mr. Swift is stable now, so-"

"Dylan, just what are you trying to do?" Hendrix didn't have time for small talk or pretenses. He cut straight to the point, his gaze sharp and icy as he looked at Dylan.

Dylan raised an eyebrow. Then, he said, "Mr. Freeman, what do you mean by "

"A man who would kill for money suddenly decides to take care of his deceased friend's parents." Hendrix chuckled coldly. "Do you really think I'd believe that?"

"Kill for money? Mr. Freeman, who are you talking about?"

"You know exactly who I'm talking about."

Dylan didn't say a word. He simply frowned at Hendrix, his gaze filled with confusion—almost as if he couldn't understand how he had been so thoroughly misunderstood.

"You can leave now," Hendrix said. "I'll have professionals take care of Mr. Swift. You're not needed."

already promised Mrs. Swift. Should I call her now and tell her you don't want me

Hendrix's expression darkened.

Freeman, haven't you realized that the person

clenched his hands

are you to the Swift family? Just someonez looking after them for Noelle's sake? But have you ever stopped

really want is to forget the whole thing altogether. So, I suggest

...

Dylan's advice. Even though he left the

call to arrange for the best caregivers to look

now Marla's only support. If anything

the Swifts today, right when Marshall suffered a heart attack? In the end, it was even Dylan who saved him

these pieces

didn't need to think hard

was off. But