"I'm tired..."
He looked like an exhausted little boy, and she felt a sudden urge to protect him. She gently patted his head. "I'm always here."
His eyes closed, long lashes fanning down. The slight furrow between his brows smoothed out, creating a peaceful and beautiful image. He squeezed her palm in response.
...
Dylan Davenport was just about to get in his car when he was stopped by a group of uniformed officers.
"Mr. Davenport, you've been reported for suspected involvement in assault, kidnapping, and extortion. Please come with us to assist with the investigation."
He flatly denied the accusations, but a large number of police officers had arrived. He glanced back toward the Davenport Group building, then at his bodyguards. He gave them a meaningful look before finally getting into the police car.
...
"Grandpa!" Crystal cried, toddling on her short legs and throwing herself into Dexter Davenport's arms.
"Crystal, slow down. Grandpa is still injured."
