He's not even afraid of the young master; that's the strangest part!
But a second passed.
Two seconds passed.
Half a minute passed.
There was still no sound of a child crying.
Miles Hughes lifted his head slightly and glanced at Julian Fairchild and the little boy.
He found them staring wide-eyed at each other, with an indescribable resemblance from the side...
A flash of inspiration came to Miles' mind about why he felt a sense of familiarity.
This little boy was practically made from the same mold as the young master!
Keane wasn't afraid at all, especially since this uncle gave him good vibes, making him even less scared.
The man's face couldn't be described as gentle, but it wasn't as terrifying as before.
Julian Fairchild handed the little boy over to Miles Hughes.
Miles quickly reached out to catch him, "Young Master?"
"Bring him inside."
...
Maeve Lane was still resting in her apartment when she received the call.
Her phone rang urgently like a death bell.
