Maeve's earlier words had partially sobered Dylan, causing him to release his grip on Maeve. But the arrival of this phone call reignited his fury.

She had called him, and he had subsequently called Maeve. This couldn't be a coincidence; there had to be more to it.

Dylan struck Maeve again, this time landing a punch on his nose, causing it to bleed profusely.

"What else do you have to say? Why did she call you?" Dylan grabbed Maeve's collar, demanding answers.

Maeve, now with a bleeding nose, couldn't believe how things had escalated. He had just been misunderstood by his best friend.

"Dylan, you really did it! While others...