He raised his hand to shade his eyes from the light. Through his fingers, he saw an American man in a suit get out and walk to him.
Suddenly something came to his mind, and he seemed to have guessed who saved him.
The officer got out quickly and was relieved to see that the boy was all right. He was about to say something when the American man motioned him to go.
When the officer left, the boy asked the American man calmly, "You know who saved me?"
Although he had a guess, he wasn't sure.
"As you can guess, Mr. Sterling sent us to release you and help you out. Follow this road and go back to your place. Rest assured, there's no police on this road. You're safe."
Sure enough, it was Dylan who saved him.
The boy didn't leave but asked coldly, "Why? Why did he save me?"
"Mr. Sterling's known the relationship between you and the Sterling family," the man said simply.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #'s-temptation_17802288405978205/chapter-675-which-was-true-and-who-told-a-lie_52231723630515643 for visiting.
The boy's face changed a little, with his fist clenched.
Did Dylan already know who he was? He knew he was his elder brother's child?
He looked up, his voice full of amus.e.m.e.nt. "If he knows who I am, why would he save me? Did he forget I almost killed him? And now that he has set me free isn't he afraid that I shall continue to avenge him?"
He had been in the detention house, but a few days ago, he heard the guards chat about Dylan's awakening.
He had to say, he felt regret.
Why was he so lucky? Why didn't he die after being shot in the head?
The American man took out his cell phone and called a number. After whispering something respectfully, he walked up and handed the phone to the boy.
The boy squinted his eyes and remained unmoved for two seconds. Finally, he took the phone and put it to his ear.
"Hello, Greta." There came a clear man's voice.
As soon as the name came out, the boy shook slightly. His pupil constricted in alarm, and his eyes turned darker.
Yes, Greta. It was her name.
Yes, she almost forgot she was a girl who had a lovely name.
This was the name her mother gave her when she was born.
Later, she was adopted by her adoptive father and brought to Italy.
"I had no idea I have such an amazing nephew. Oh, no, niece. I never thought the first gift from my niece would be a bullet that kept me in bed for a year," Dylan said in a half-sardonic way.
He was also surprised to find out that the boy, the mastermind, was actually a girl.
Greta was not in the mood to chat with him. She interrupted him sharply, "What on earth do you want? What is your purpose?"
"My purpose? You are my eldest brother's only daughter, my niece, and my family."
"Mr. Sterling, stop pretending! It was your father who separated my parents. It was you who killed my father that made my mother wander from place to place. She left LA and died of postpartum disorder after I was born! All that I am suffering now, all the misery of my parents, is your fault! What do you mean by being a nice uncle now?" Greta shouted.
By now, Dylan understood why Greta hated him so much.
Sure enough, his niece had a deep misunderstanding about him and the Sterling family.
"I don't know what you've been through for the past decade or if anyone has said anything to you. Your father was my elder brother, the person I loved the most, and I'm the last man who would kill him," his voice was quiet and low.
"You liar!" Greta screamed excitedly.
"I don't need to lie to you. That's the truth. Your parents' love affair was strongly opposed by my father, but the cause of your father's death was the hereditary mental illness. He could not accept being separated from your mother and quarreled with my father. After that, he was exceedingly hurt and went out for a whirlwind driving," Dylan stopped as if he suffered because of some bad memory.
"Nobody had expected that he would be attacked by the family disease and die in a car accident," he continued in a gloomy voice, "If you don't believe me, see how your grandmother died, and where your aunt, your father's sister, is now, and you'll see that I'm not lying."
Greta was speechless for a long time.
What Dylan said was quite different from what she knew.
Exactly two versions.
Which was true, and who told a lie?
For Dylan, killing her was as easy as falling off a log. Why risk sending someone else to get him out?
If he wasn't lying, she'd been living a lie for more than ten years.
Her hatred and d.e.s.i.r.e for revenge turned out to be a big joke.
"Your grandfather still regrets that he separated your parents and provoked your father, but your father's death was an accident, and no one is to blame. Your grandfather doesn't yet know of your existence, but if he knows Geoffrey had a child and you're still alive, he would be overjoyed, happier than anyone else." After a short pause, Dylan continued, "Greta, we'll be waiting for you to get back home. The Sterling family will always be your family."
Greta's eyes welled up, and she suddenly hung up.
The American man saw her excitement and added softly, "Miss Sterling, I don't know where you heard that Mr. Sterling killed your father, but that's impossible. When your father died, Mr. Sterling was not much older than you are now. Also, Mr. Sterling has always had a good relationship with his elder brother, even closer than with their father. After the death of your father, Mr. Sterling even suffered from depression for a time. Do you still think he would kill your father?"
Greta stood still for a long time and then walked slowly down the road.
The man didn't stop her but looked at her back to ensure that there was no danger. After the slim figure disappeared in the night, he got into the car and left.
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Savannah was lying face down on the couch, reading the world news, when Dylan came to Green Bay in the evening.
The living room was empty. Kaiden was probably playing with toys in his room, and Garcia went back to her room quietly when she saw Dylan.
Dylan approached the little woman softly, and before she reacted, he hugged her from behind and buried his face in her hair, and gave a gentle kiss.
She didn't have to look back to know who it was.
"Itchy!" She dodged as she giggled.
Dylan didn't let her go but continued his kisses on her ear, cheek, and chin.
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