"Exactly, so why don't you keep quiet and stop talking, okay?" Black barked harshly. However, little Elias showed no fear. In his subconscious mind, these people were all somehow connected to his daddy and mommy.
Their harshness didn't bother him either—after all, Mommy had said that sometimes stern uncles acted that way to teach children a lesson about being scared.
But he wasn't scared at all. He just missed Daddy, Mommy, and his little brother a little.
The helicopter passed through layers of thin clouds, heading toward a small island in the middle of the ocean.
After finishing his bread, Elias was still hungry. With a bright, innocent smile, he asked Black for something else to eat.
Black and the woman were utterly flabbergasted. No matter how good someone's upbringing, how could it produce such a calm and composed child in this situation?
