The next morning, Flynn woke up early and got ready for school. Instead of waiting for Dylan to pick him up, he decided to go to Dylan's house himself, using the address Nathan had given him.
When Dylan opened the gate, he froze for a moment, surprised to see Flynn standing outside—but he quickly masked his reaction.
"Hey, you're up early. How'd you even know where I live?" Dylan asked, trying to sound casual despite the awkwardness in his tone.
"Nathan told me," Flynn replied simply. "He said he saw you the other night."
Dylan sighed and muttered, "That guy really can't keep his mouth shut."
Flynn just chuckled and shrugged. "Forget it. Come on, let's go."
There wasn't much going on at Flynn's school that day, and their basketball training had also been canceled.
After class, Flynn and Dylan decided to go straight to the hospital to visit Aunt Mary. When they arrived, they found her talking to the doctor while Lucas listened attentively.
"Ms. Mary, your arm is badly bruised, and you've got a minor sprain. I want you to stay at least two more days so we can monitor your recovery," the doctor explained, pointing to the X-ray results.
Mary frowned. "Doctor, I really can't afford to stay here that long. I just want to go home and recover there."
The doctor shook his head gently. "I understand your concern, but leaving too early could make the injury worse. You need rest, and proper care, or this could get complicated."
Lucas stepped closer. "Don't worry about the bills. We'll figure it out, Mary. The important thing is that you heal properly."
Hearing the conversation, Flynn stepped out of the room and leaned against the window at the end of the hallway, letting in the cool air. He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag.
Dylan quietly stepped closer and grabbed the cigarette from Flynn's hand. "Hey... are you okay? You seem... a little off."
Flynn pulled the cigarette back toward him. "I'm fine. Just worried about my dad. I don't even know where he'll get the money to pay the hospital. His earnings barely cover our daily needs and my grandma's medicine," he said, exhaling smoke slowly.
"Don't worry. Everything's going to be okay," Dylan replied softly, worry etched across his face. He hated seeing Flynn like this.
A few moments later, Lucas came out of the room and walked toward them.
"Flynn, stay here with your Aunt Mary for now. I'm just going home briefly to check on your Grandma Mina. I might also pick up Tony since he could be looking for his mom," Lucas said.
Flynn nodded silently and went back inside, Dylan following close behind.
Two hours later, Lukas returned, this time with Tony.
As soon as they entered the room, Tony ran to Mary and hugged her tightly, clearly overwhelmed with worry and having missed his mother.
"Take it easy hugging your mom, okay? Her hand is still hurt," Lukas warned gently, and Tony just nodded in response.
Lukas then approached Dylan and Flynn, who were sitting outside the room. "You two can go home now. We'll take care of her here. Get some rest."
The two nodded and quickly left the hospital.
After dropping Flynn off, Dylan quickly said his goodbyes. "I'm heading home first."
"Aren't you going to hang around a bit longer?" Flynn asked, curious—Dylan usually stayed for a while before leaving.
"Ah... no, I have somewhere else to go," Dylan replied.
Flynn wondered where Dylan was headed but didn't ask further. He just nodded in acknowledgment.
As soon as Dylan got home, he went straight to the shower and changed into fresh clothes. Afterward, he picked up his phone and made a quick call. Once the line disconnected, he grabbed his jacket and headed out.
A few minutes later, a sleek black luxury car pulled up beside the road where Dylan stood waiting. Without hesitation, he opened the door and slipped into the back seat.
The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, his tone filled with concern. "Young Master, how have you been? I've been so worried about you. Where have you been staying all this time?"
"I'm fine, Wilson. You don't have to worry about me," Dylan replied calmly, though his voice carried a hint of urgency. "Let's just do what I asked you to do."
Wilson gave a short nod and started the engine, steering the car toward the police station.
When they arrived, Wilson headed straight to the Chief of Police's office. The chief immediately greeted him.
"Sir Wilson. You're here? You should've told me in advance so I could have arranged for someone to pick you up," Arnold said.
"Actually, I'm not the one who wants to talk to you," Wilson replied simply.
Confusion crossed Arnold's face. Moments later, Dylan stepped into the office, his expression clearly showing irritation.
Arnold's eyes widened. He wasn't sure whether to be happy or worried that Dylan had come directly to his office.
"Y-young master... you came? I wish you'd just sent me a message, so you wouldn't have had to bother coming all the way here yourself," Arnold stammered, tension written all over his face.
"It's fine. I'll only be here for a moment. I have some important matters to confirm," Dylan said coldly.
"Please, have a seat," Arnold offered.
Dylan just stared at him. The intensity in his gaze made Arnold immediately understand. He quickly rose from his chair and gestured for Dylan to sit. Dylan took the seat calmly.
"So, what is it that you wanted to confirm, young master?" Arnold asked.
"I found out that the people who forced my aunt out of her rented space for her small eatery are assigned here at your station," Dylan revealed.
Wilson handed Arnold the photos of the location that Dylan had investigated.
"We received a report from the owner of that property. Apparently, the tenant hasn't paid rent for several months, so my officers took action to evict her. I didn't know that she's your aunt." Arnold explained.
"How many times has the owner reported this to you?" Dylan asked sharply.
"Only once," Arnold replied.
"Only once? And you evicted her immediately without any prior notice? Don't you know that's not allowed?" Dylan said angrily.
Arnold remained silent.
"Did you also know that the space the complainant is renting out is illegal?" Dylan added.
Arnold's knees went weak at Dylan's words. "I-I'm sorry, young master. I didn't know. Don't worry—I'll take action immediately," he stammered.
"Don't worry. I've already decided what you're going to do," Dylan said, his voice calm but commanding.
"W-what is it?"
"First, summon all the officers involved in evicting my aunt," Dylan ordered.
"Young master, you know it's already late, and my staff have already gone home," Arnold protested.
"That's your problem. Either you call them in, or you take responsibility for what they did," Dylan said firmly.
Arnold had no choice but to summon the officers who had forced Mary out.
When the three officers arrived, they were shocked to see Dylan. They recognized him. What startled them even more was seeing Dylan sitting in their chief's seat, while their chief stood beside him, slightly bowing.