LAILA'S POV
Now that Dylan and I had moved to the master bedroom it meant that we were now closer to his office. I could hear him and his mom fighting and I already knew that the fight was about me. Even in the face of defeat this woman still refused to give up. She insisted on hating me even when it wasn’t bringing her any results. I hated the fact that she was acting like the victim and trying to make Dylan feel bad for not defending her. I could see how hurt and heart broken he was because he wanted to defend his mother and protect her and yet at the same time he knew that she had committed horrible crime. Handling this may have been hard for Dylan but at least he knew that his mother still had to be punished.
I decided to go to his office and check on him after the shouting had stopp
