Dylan and Savannah gasped.
They had been in a state of excitement since they got the call from Jacob.
They never expected that Greta was still alive.
Two years ago, Dylan received a call from a subordinate in Italy. It was said that a Mafia boss known as godfather had been shot dead in his study, and the suspect was his adopted daughter.
At the time, Dylan and Savannah learned that Greta had been adopted by the godfather, Barzini when she was still an infant.
They didn't know why Greta shot Barzini, but she must be in a dangerous situation. She would be taken apart if she was caught by Barzini's men. Dylan immediately ordered his people in Italy to search for his niece and take her back to LA. But before they could find her whereabouts, bad news came: According to the crew on a ship, Greta, after shooting Barzini dead, jumped into the sea.
Shocked and in disbelief, Dylan and Savannah sent people to scour the coast of Italy.
Unfortunately, nothing had been found in the last two years.
They didn't expect Greta was cast up on the shore of a fishing village and survived.
"How is she now?" The couple asked in the same breath.
"Don't worry," Jacob comforted them. "It's nothing serious. Greta has a good constitution. She's just too weak from a two-year coma. She should recover quickly with good care."
They breathed a sigh of relief.
Dylan decided to go back to tell his father about Greta. Ever since he heard about Greta jumping into the sea, he had been hesitant to mention Greta's existence. If George found out he had a granddaughter, but she was dead, he would have a heart attack! Why made him disappointed after giving him hope? So he and Savannah agreed not to mention it to George.
Now it was different. They found Greta alive, and they could tell George right away.
He would be very happy.
After Dylan left the hospital excitedly, Savannah followed Jacob into the ward.
Greta, seated on the bed, gave a slight start when she saw Savannah coming in.
Savannah looked at the girl with emotion.
It has been almost three years since they met in the warehouse in Milan last time.
The cool boy who had shot Dylan ruthlessly now became an adolescent girl.
She looked younger and thinner than her peers. Her skin was pale and bloodless, and her hair was withered.
Savannah sat on a chair that stood beside the bed. She felt so distressed that she could not help taking her hand, whispering, "You suffered too much, Greta. I'm sorry your uncle and I didn't take you home earlier."
Greta didn't seem to be used to the care from others, and she pulled away from her hand.
Jacob smiled and said in a gentle voice, "Greta, don't you remember her? She's Savannah, your aunt."
Greta bit her lip. She remembered, of course, that she had kidnapped the woman in front of her.
Savannah could see she was still a little guilty for what she had down to them.
"The past is the past," Savannah said softly, "We're sure you didn't mean to. Two years ago, you flew to LA and came to our wedding, right? You gave us a necklace as a gift, didn't you? We accepted the gift, and we accepted your apology on the card. Forget about it, and from now on, you have a family. Let's live together, and we'll take good care of you, okay?"
"Family..." Greta mumbled.
"We're a family, Greta, we love you," Savannah murmured soft words of encouragement. "You have a grandfather, an uncle, an aunt, and cousins. Oh, yes, you've seen your cousin. On the wedding day, you gave the necklace to him personally. He kept talking about you. And your little cousin of one year old. She has your eyes and nose."
Greta looked at Savannah, and her eyes became moist.
It was so good to have a family.
She knew the taste of happiness for the first time.
***
It was two hours later when George arrived at the hospital.
He couldn't believe his ears when Dylan told him about Greta.
His eldest son had a posthumous daughter.
Besides Kaiden and Sheila, he had another granddaughter?
Between astonishment and joy, he could hardly say a word all the way.
In the ward, the moment he saw Greta, he could not help but turn red in his eyes.
The girl on the bed took after Geoffrey. Without a DNA test, he could still be sure that she was the blood of the Sterlings.
Dylan had told him about Greta's experience roughly.
George felt bad that he failed in the protection of the little girl.
He walked over and wanted to hug Greta, but he hesitated for fear of breaking something precious.
Greta knew that the old man in front of her was her grandpa. She looked at him, her lips trembling with emotion.
Savannah broke the awkwardness, whispering, "Greta, this is your grandpa."
George caught his breath and said gently, "Your name's Greta, right?"
Greta nodded, drawing back as if unable to resist the old man's tender call.
George felt sadder when he saw her cowardice.
"I'm sorry, Greta. You should blame me. I scolded myself very much too. Since your father died, I've blamed myself and felt remorse for separating your parents... After a quarrel with me, your father had a car accident, and your mother left silently with you in her belly. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been wandering in a foreign country and suffered all this... Anyway, it's all my fault. I'm sorry, Greta, I'm sorry..."
Dylan and Savannah knew how hard it was for George, the head of the family, to be so low to a little girl.
George valued this granddaughter, and he wanted to fix the relationship with her.
Greta seemed to be going through a silent struggle. She clenched her hands and didn't speak for a long time.
George thought she still couldn't forgive him, and he didn't want to push her. Taking two steps back in silence, he told Dylan and Savannah to take care of her and intended to leave first.
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