章 289: A SOUL TRAPPED IN THE PAST

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Dylan sat on the floor with bottles of alcohol littered around him, his hair looking disheveled and unkempt while he smoked a brown substance that had him wheezing after inhaling it. He could still remember how his father died that day, all alone inside the car, and he wasn't able to save him or do anything—all he did was run away to save himself. He picked up a bottle of alcohol, bringing it close to his tongue. He tapped it, but it was empty. He angrily threw it away.

"Dylan!" Victoria shouted. "You need to get yourself together right this instant." She picked up the bottle, bringing out a broom so she could sweep up the glass. "Dylan, I know you're hurt, but this is not the time to throw tantrums," she said with a low voice.

Dylan chuckled dryly, "Tantrums? I fucking lost my father here!" he shouted.