Mrs. Young huffed: "You're my son, isn't it only right for you to do these things? I still want to ask you, since you knew, why didn't you say something earlier?"
Dylan Young turned to Nell Harris: "Look, wife, now it's my fault, huh? Should have known I shouldn't have gotten involved, I should have just watched Dad mess up all the things at home without saying a word."
Nell Harris curled the corner of her mouth: "I already told you, meddling less would be better, now look, got involved and still nothing good came out of it."
Mrs. Young shouted angrily: "What do you mean meddling? He's my son, it's only right he helps the family, who are you even, this family doesn't need you to point fingers everywhere."
Nell Harris said gently: "I'm nothing, just Dylan Young's wife, and in your eyes, the Eldest Son and Second Son will always be different."
