"Such audacity!" Dante exclaimed, before softening his tone as he looked back at Leilani. "Don't worry, sweetheart. The Langley family won't let you suffer this injustice for nothing."
Leilani shook her head. "Mr. Langley, it was my own carelessness..."
"Carelessness, my foot!" Dante interrupted, his mustache twitching with indignation. "Those scumbags dared to make a move right here in our city! That means they have absolutely no respect for the Langley family!"
He turned and glared at his grandson. "How do you plan to handle this?"
Callahan's eyes were filled with deadly intent. "I won't let a single one of them off."
Dante nodded in approval. "Now that's more like it."
Letty ladled out a bowl of the chicken soup and carefully placed it in Leilani's hands. "Drink some of this first to warm your stomach."
Taking the bowl, Leilani felt the comforting heat seep into her palms. She took a sip, the savory broth washing away a bit of her weakness as it spread across her tongue.
Letty sat down by the bed and let out a soft sigh. "You really do keep us worried, child."
She reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Leilani's ear, her gaze full of tender heartache. "From now on, you need to be more careful when you go out. Bring a few guards with you, and please stop taking risks all on your own, you hear me?"
Leilani's fingers paused for a second before she nodded. "I will."
Dante glanced between Leilani and his grandson. Suddenly, he spoke up. "Callahan, step outside for a minute. I need to have a word with Leilani."
Callahan frowned. "Grandpa?"
Dante widened his eyes. "What? Do you think I'm going to eat her alive?"
Feeling helpless, Callahan looked down at Leilani. Seeing her give a faint nod, he finally turned and walked out of the room.
Once they were alone, Dante settled into a chair, looking intently at Leilani. "Sweetheart, tell me the truth."
Leilani blinked. "...About what?"
Lowering his voice, Dante asked, "Did your kidnapping have anything to do with your mentor?"
Leilani's pupils shrank in surprise. "How did you know?"
Dante scoffed lightly. "I might be old, but I'm not entirely senile."

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