An old man returned back to his house in the middle of the night, he switched on the lights and found a young man dressed in black seated in his parlour waiting for him.
He suddenly had an attack and almost fainted, Dylan rushed to grab him preventing him from failing hard on his head which could cause his death, he gently kept him on the chair and gave him a glass of water.
“Are you okay Sir?” Dylan asked and the man nodded his head.
“What are you doing in my house, I don’t have anything for you to steal, my house is empty” Verton said with his aged voice.
Dylan wasn’t angry that he accused him of being a robber but he blamed himself for sneaking into an old’s man house and causing him an attack.
“I just came here to ask you a few questions, I won’t hurt you” He answered back hiding
