'Now let's go and see our dear Sylvia.'
Finding Sylvia was a breeze thanks to my bodyguards, who were stationed outside the hospital.
Under a tree, she was seated on a bench.
Her legs were folded on the bench, and her head was buried in the cocoon of her arms.
A pole lamp brightened the area around her.
Looking at this sight, I knew that an opportunity had come.
So I first sent the reluctant Charlotte back to the car, bought a bottle of Ice Tea from the nearby vending machine, and then went up to Sylvia.
Without a word, I set the Ice Tea down on the bench, sat down next to Sylvia, and wrapped my left hand around her as I pulled the girl into my arms.
"Let me go!"
In response to my sudden actions, Sylvia yelled in a hoarse voice and struggled to get away.
"It's me."
But hearing just two words of mine, all her struggles came to a halt.
Immediately, as if her body had lost all strength, she collapsed into my arms, burying her head in my chest.
Sniffing and crying profusely.
