Kevan noticed Dylan's hesitation and decided to take matters into his own hands.

He lifted Aster and placed him firmly in Dylan's lap.

"Lock the doors and keep him safe," he instructed with determination before jumping out of the car without further ado.

"Hey—" Dylan tried to intervene but it was too late.

He watched as Kevan strode purposefully toward the commotion.

"Damn it!" Dylan muttered in frustration.

Following Kevan's instructions, he locked the car doors but remained uneasy.

"Uncle Dylan, where did Daddy go?" Aster asked with a worried expression.

Dylan shifted his gaze away from Kevan, mustering a forced smile.

"Well ... he is not feeling well and needs to use the neighbor's restroom."

He concocted a poor excuse.

Aster responded with a simple "Oh" and lowered his head, obediently nestling in Dylan's arms.

It was unclear whether he believed the excuse or not.

The sound of the knife striking the gate abruptly stopped.

"You've finally decided to show your face! Y