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."

Swift. Should I call her now

Hendrix's expression darkened.

realized

his

friends. Can you say the same? What exactly are you to the Swift family? Just someonez looking after them for Noelle's sake? But have you ever stopped to think about whether they even

death anymore, but I'm pretty sure what they really want is to forget the whole thing altogether. So, I suggest you and Noelle stay away from them for now. Honestly, that would be better for Noelle,

...

advice. Even though he left the hospital, he still

the best caregivers to

Marla's only support. If

just a coincidence that Dylan happened to visit the Swifts today, right when Marshall suffered a heart attack? In the end, it was even Dylan who saved him with

these pieces

didn't need to

was