She didn't know why, but she wasn't happy as she should.
Dylan looked upset too.
"There's something I haven't had time to ask you since you woke up..." Savannah said hesitatingly.
He seemed to have guessed what she was going to say and motioned her to go ahead.
"You know who the boy is, don't you?" "Savannah finally asked.
Dylan paused and nodded.
"I suspected that the boy might be my brother's child. Did you guess that?"
"Yeah. After returning to LA, I checked on your brother's girlfriend. She left LA after your brother's death and had indeed given birth to a child. But then she died, and the child was nowhere to be found. The child's age is in perfect accord with the boy's."
There was a long silence.
The boy seemed to be the child who had disappeared.
He was Dylan's nephew.
* * *
Detention center, Milan, Italy.
Behind the iron gate of a cell, a slender figure sat quietly, without a sound.
A prison guard was on patrol. He checked the lock on the cell door as he peered inside.
The mastermind who hurt Mr. Sterling a year ago was finally caught.
Surprisingly, he was such a young person who was not over fifteen.
A juvenile offender, underage, was supposed to be transferred to juvie.
However, this case involved a big man who was shot by the boy and almost died in Milan. It was said that he just woke up recently.
The detention center was full of desperate suspects. This kid, however, had not spoken since his first day in the house. He refused to confess and never contacted his lawyer or his family. He was sitting in a corner like moss growing in a damp, dark place, waiting to be charged and brought to trial.
Despite this, he had high and imposing manners.
On the first night, a habitual thief in the same cell tried to tease the boy. The boy broke the bathroom window, picked up a piece, and stabbed the thief without blinking.
The next day, when the remaining prisoners in the cell learned of his actions and why he had come in, they all asked to move to a different cell, not daring to share a room with this mysterious, low-key, fearless American boy.
Even the head of Milan Mafia listened to him, even the big shot from the US was almost killed by him. Who knew what this boy would do next?
So, to this day, the boy lived alone in a cell. The light on this side of the cell was broken, and there were no other prisoners in the whole corridor except him. At night, the area was dark and silent, but the boy was afraid of nothing.
He was not a teenager boy, but a little devil.
The strange feeling sent a shiver down the guard's spine.
"Hey, don't you contact your family? You will be charged in court in two days," he could not help asking in a low voice.
After a while, the boy replied coldly, "I have no family."
No family? The guard scowled, apparently convinced that the boy was lying.
How could the one who ordered the Mafia to kidnap Mr. Sterling's woman and almost killed them have no background?
Rumor had it that the boy was the child of the godfather in the Mafia. Why did he say he had no family now?
Was it to protect his family?
The prison guard left incredulously, and silence returned to the cell.
The boy closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, as usual, keeping his wits about him.
After a while, the sound of footsteps came again, and then he heard the grate of a key in a lock.
He thought it was the prison guard coming back to check something. He didn't open his eyes.
But the footsteps stopped dead before him.
He opened his eyes in alarm. Through the faint moonlight, he saw another police officer—not that prison guard just now.
He was wearing the uniform, but the boy had never seen him in the detention center for so many days.
The officer opened the handcuffs on the boy's hand and pulled him up, "Follow me."
The boy understood. This man was the contact inside the detention center, and he was ordered to let him go.
"Who asked you to save me? My foster father?" The boy whispered.
"Don't talk nonsense. Let's go." The man lowered his voice and left the cell quietly.
The boy sprang to his feet and quickly followed up.
Under the cover of darkness, the two went out from the back door. With the keys in the man's hands, they left very smoothly. Soon the officer led the boy out of the detention house and into a parked car.
The boy saw a new suit of clothes on the back seat and hurriedly put it on.
At the same time, the officer got in and drove away.
The car raced along through the night, leaving the heavily-fortified detention house behind.
A few minutes later, the car turned into a narrow lane and slowed down.
The boy composed his mind and looked at the officer in the driver's seat.
"You didn't say who sent you. Was it my foster father?" He asked calmly again.
"You'll see when you get back safely." The officer still didn't answer the question directly.
Wasn't he sent by his adoptive father?
Who but his adoptive father could have sent someone to bribe the guard to get him out of jail?
The boy became tense at once, and for a moment, he was not clear if the man came to save him or kill him.
"Who sent you to save me? Stop first!" The boy shouted in alarm.
The officer said nothing and continued driving.
The boy narrowed his eyes and unlocked the car door, ready to jump down!
The officer started, not expecting the little fellow to be so bold. He slammed on the brakes, and the car crunched to a stop.
The moment the car stopped, the boy jumped out like a young leopard!
He fell to the ground, turning several rounds skillfully to reduce the possibility of injury, and then quickly got up. He was about to run away when a car in front of him switched on the high beam.
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