Four gradually calmed down, his breathing became smooth, and then he closed his eyes, resting peacefully in the man's arms...
Liam Yancey looked at the child's peaceful sleeping face, his chest still clenched with a piercing pain, and he kept silent, his face tense.
Until the car reached the island and his phone suddenly rang in his pocket, he slowly took out the phone and, upon seeing the name displayed on the screen, raised his eyebrows with a hint of relief in his expression—
"Old Lagan?..." He answered the call, his voice tense, but his tone carried a faint sense of relief.
"Master Liam, I've arrived at Night City's airport and am in the car you sent to pick me up. I should be there in about an hour," Old Lagan's voice came through the receiver, sounding quite relaxed.
After Liam Yancey responded, he continued, "Master Liam, how are things over there? I heard from the driver that young Master is hospitalized!?"
