The car pulled up in the garage of the mansion and Tyson got out.
After walking for some miles, the network on his phone returned and he made a call for one of the drivers to come pick him up.
The sun was already starting to rise to show just how long he had stayed outside. His grandmother and 'Mother' rushed out of the house, looking really worried.
"Oh my goodness, Tyson. Where have you been? What happened? I was so worried when I saw your bed was well made, indicating that you didn't spend the night here." His mother kept rambling on and on but Tyson wasn't listening. His gaze was on his grandmother who seemed to understand the look he gave her.
"Michelle!" Crystal snapped in annoyance. "That's enough."
"But..."
"No buts, leave us. I need to speak to my grandson alone."
Mitchele looked between Crystal and Tyson but none of them spared her a glance.
"Excuse me," She murmured and went back in.