Sylvan Cheney remained silent, not even answering any of Kieran Janus's questions.
He stepped on the carpet and walked straight out of the villa.
Outside, the wind and rain were fierce. As soon as the door opened, a wave of icy cold wind blew against Sylvan Cheney's face like a cold blade.
He squinted his eyes at the harsh wind and rain, taking big strides towards his Maybach.
The villa was brightly lit, as usual; the servants here were unaware that the Janus Family had undergone a change.
The street lights cast a dim light on the puddles on the ground, the puddles like mirrors reflecting light and illuminating the entire villa.
Sylvan Cheney sat in the car and turned on the headlights.
In no time, the Maybach disappeared into the rain like a swift rain swallow.
Kieran Janus was still dazed, but quickly reacted, taking out his phone to make a call: "Bring people to Old York International Hospital, I'll be there soon."
The rain was pouring down.
