Sean checked his phone again. "It's the boy, Sir-the grandson of one of the librarians."

Rowan's lips moved forward. "How is he?"

"It's not written in the report, Sir. Do I need to look for information?"

Rowan was silent for a moment. Then, he shook his head slowly. "No. That child has nothing to do with me. Just delete the assault part from the report. Make it look like an accident."

"Okay, Sir." Sean stepped back, returning to his original position.

Meanwhile, Rowan sipped tea with a dreamy ...