"Please go home. I'm begging you, Mom!"
A commotion erupted from the crowd. It turned out to be an elderly woman with Alzheimer's disease, who was defecating freely in front of a large crowd in the lobby.
Dylan looked towards the sound, while Kamila, who was standing next to him, covered her nose and mouth in disgust.
"How disgusting!"
The disdain in her expression was impossible to hide. She even waved her hand as if to dispel the odor that hadn't even reached her.
However, Dylan left her side and walked towards the center of the commotion. I was puzzled; what was he trying to do? He didn't seem to mind the old woman's accident at all.
He helped her up and whispered, "Grandma?"
The old woman looked at him blankly, then picked up the soiled tissue from the ground and threw it
