Bab 10: Looking Forward To Meeting You Again
After coming back from the one disastrous night, it only made sense for Ryan Caldwell to focus on the aftermath.
He knew very well that he had caused the Caldwell family a massive headache by behaving recklessly. As an heir to the ancient, noble vampiric family such as the Caldwells, Ryan's attitude was absolutely unacceptable.
And yet, instead of paying a visit to his grandfather and trying to defend himself, Ryan Caldwell roguishly went back to the hospital where he left the little human boy who survived the night with him.
Human beings were weak. Too weak. Human children were especially weak.
A sickness as small as a fever could kill a human child. Although Ryan had long forgotten how it felt to be a human being, he still had not forgotten the weakness, the fragility of humanity.
How quickly a tiny life could be snuffed out within an instant.
When the adult vampire arrived on the hospital floor, he knew right away that something was not right. The nurses trembled even more and did not dare to look at him for too long.
Human beings were generally fearful of vampires, but they already saw him in the morning. There was no reason to be so afraid, was there? Unless something new happened recently.
Something unpleasant had happened to the little boy.
The nurses knew that Ryan was going to throw a fit.
Ryan walked faster and reached the little boy's room in no time. He pushed the door open and saw that the room was empty. The boy was no longer there. The room was being cleaned to prepare for the next patient.
A cleaning lady entered to install the new bedsheets, not at all expecting to run into an adult vampire.
In her whole life, she had lived modestly without offending the two superior races.
She thus almost got a heart attack from the intensity of Ryan's glare. The vampire was not particularly patient.
Or gentle.
He grabbed the cleaning lady by her collar and lifted her a centimeter off the ground. As if the gesture was not enough to express the extent of his displeasure, he had to ask with gnashed teeth, "Where is the little boy who was here this morning?"
The woman was only a cleaning lady who was asked to clean rooms after patients left.
This one room was only one of many that she was asked to clean that day. She had not caught a glimpse of any patient before she came in to clean up rooms.
Naturally, she had no idea what the vampire was talking about.
But she could not openly tell Ryan that she had not the slightest idea, could she?
What was the worst that could happen to her?
She might just get killed.
Without uttering a single word in reply, the cleaning lady passed out from fear.
Ryan clicked with his tongue as he glared at the limp body that hung from his hand.
The nurse who treated the little boy in the morning appeared at the door and shouted, "Please, Sir! We have not done anything wrong. The little boy has been picked up by his rightful family!"
Ryan furrowed his brows. He slackened his grip and the cleaning lady fell to the floor with a thump.
"Which rightful family?"
The nurse's whole body trembled, but she clammed up like a shell. Ryan scrutinized the fragile form of the female human who dared to keep some information from him. He slowly, menacingly inched closer to the nurse.
"What's the name of the family?"
Those who watched the exchange between the vampire and the nurse testified that the nurse had shown more courage than most men ten years older than she was.
She told Ryan Caldwell right into his face that "The hospital is not obligated to reveal patient information to outsiders."
Ryan Caldwell beheld the nurse with an icy gaze. Seeing that he was not getting any answer from her, he secretly admired her bravery. Ryan turned around and threw one last glance at the room.
And then his eyes caught something next to the pillow. The nurse's eyes lit up as she saw the same thing. Before she said anything or stopped the vampire, Ryan had already gone to pick it up.
It was a dull pink scarf that had been torn on one side thanks to a rabid vampire's claws. The nurse had personally taken it off the boy's neck when she treated the strangulation bruises.
Ryan held the dull pink scarf against his nose.
The little boy's scent still lingered.
"Wait for me, little boy," he whispered in a low voice against the scarf. "You saved my life. I will not forget what you did. I will come to repay you as soon as you turn eighteen."
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