Chapter 687

It was really late when Dicky finally returned to Cranston House. Cordy would’ve started to worry that he might be abducted if they weren't keeping in touch on the phone.

"Where have you been for so long?" she asked, but there was no edge in her voice.

She would never scold him, though she was curious. Her son always showed propriety, and he would expect her to worry if he left for too long.

However, he still stayed out for a long time.

"Yeah…" Dicky was staring at Cordy, but didn’t answer her question.

"Well, as long as you're back. Don't be late next time, or your mother might really call the cops," Jesse joked.

"Yes, Great-grandfather." Dicky nodded.

"You must be hungry, right? Come, let's eat," Jesse said as he took Dicky warmly by the hand and led the latter to the dining table.

Dicky turned to glance at Cordy. He looked as if he had something to say, but was hesitant to do it.

As such, he remained distracted as he sat with everyone else at the dining table.

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