Sean checked his phone again. “It’s the boy, Sir—the grandson of one of the librarians.”
Rowan's lips moved forward. "How is he?"
“It's not written in the report, Sir. Do I need to look for information?”
Rowan was silent for a moment. Then, he shook his head slowly. "No. That child has nothing to do with me. Just delete the assault part from the report. Make it look like an accident.”
"Okay, Sir." Sean stepped back, returning to his original position.
Meanwhile, Rowan sipped tea with a dreamy look. His brows were still furrowed. The image of Louis refused to leave his mind.
Suddenly, the old man snorted with bitter laughter. ‘I should thank the person who launched the attack. Those illegitimate children should not be born. They will only tarnish Harper's good name.’
Closing his eyes
