âThe rooftop?â
Calebâs brow furrowed, and his tone laced with anxious concern.
âYes.
Worried that she might attempt something dangerous, weâve arranged for a rescue air cushion.
However, due to the buildingâs height, the cushion can only serve as a limited buffer.
Besides, if she evades it, the consequences could be severe.
â
âWhat? Then what should we do?â Elena shuddered with a surge of anxiety, causing her eyes to well up with tears.
âMommy, can you please help me find Dylan? Iâm so scared that something terrible might happen to my brother!â
Although I shared Elenaâs concerns about Dylanâs safety, I couldnât bring myself to agree with her.
I couldnât help but worry about the potential dangers she might face.
Furthermore, Denise had already shared this unsettling news with everyone, leading me to suspect a larger conspiracy at play.
I knelt down beside Elena and tried to console her, saying, âElena, could you please stay with the guards for now? Mommy and Daddy will handle the situation with Dylan.
â
However, Elena remained resolute and replied, âNo, I have to come with you.
Iâm worried about my brother!â
She tightly clutched the gift she had brought, her expression filled with deep concern.
In my quest to persuade Elena and expedite our search for Dylan, I found myself with no alternative but to reveal the truth about the gravity of the situation.
âElena, you will distract Daddy and Mommy.
Weâll need to rescue Dylan and take care of your safety simultaneously.
Your involvement could slow us down, potentially leading to a failed rescue and harm to him.
â
Elena pursed her lips, remaining silent.
Understanding Elenaâs eagerness to save Dylan and her lack of reservations, I softened my tone and made a heartfelt promise to her.
âI promise to bring Dylan back safely, okay?â
âOkay.
â Elena nodded, reluctantly agreeing to my plan.
However, she couldnât help but express her concern for both me and Caleb.
âJust make sure you two stay safe, too.
â
âOf course,â I assured her.
After dealing with Elena, Caleb and I left her in the care of the guards and promptly made our way to the rooftop.
Sure enough, Denise was surrounded by a contingent of guards.
Deniseâs face turned ferocious, her razor-sharp claw tightly gripping Dylanâs throat.
The young boy bore visible scratches, and crimson blood trickled down his neck, a truly harrowing sight to behold.
Dylan, trembling with fear, emitted soft, plaintive cries.
At the sight of him, my heart skipped a beat.
It all felt strangely familiar!
I strained to recollect and realized that Dylan bore a striking resemblance to the boy who had appeared in my dream.
In that haunting dream, he had asked sorrowfully, âWhy didnât you take me with you, Mommy?â
My heart raced uncontrollably.
I had always believed my recurring dream was a manifestation of my grief for my deceased child, but now, it seemed there might be a deeper significance to it.
What if my baby hadnât passed away?
This notion swiftly took hold in my mind, causing a slight tremor to course through me.
Was Dylan truly the child I believed to be deceased?
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âDylan!â
Calebâs exclamation abruptly interrupted my rampant thoughts.
At the sight of Dylanâs injury and peril, he rushed towards Denise with visible anxiety, and I quickly trailed behind.
âStop!â Denise shot me a disdainful look, face twisted into an ugly expression.
âIf you dare to take one more step, Iâll jump off the building with Dylan.
You will never see him again!â
I had no choice but to stop.
Caleb, with his fists clenched by his side, made a concerted effort to maintain composure.
Icily, he asked, âDenise, what are your intentions? If youâre willing to release Dylan, we can negotiate.
â