The baby was another blow for him. Anger and jealousy made him wild.
Savannah, how cruel you are!
After a long silence, he went up to the guard, took a look at the small baby in his arms, and picked it up.
It was his first time holding a newborn baby, and he was not very skillful. He had to be very careful in case he might hurt him, his gaze fixed on the baby in the swaddling clothes.
The baby was the same soft and sweet as his mother, who had abandoned them.
Finally, with a black and dismal look, Dylan turned and strode away. The baby muttered in his dreams, not awakened.
* * *
In the meantime, a private jet was on its way to Milan, Italy.
The sky outside the window gradually became brighter and brighter.
Savannah, who was traveling abroad for the first time, sat by the window and looked out at the marshmallow clouds.
Did she really leave home?