Delphine got into the car with Isaac. The young boy glanced at the somewhat dilapidated apartment building and tugged at Delphine's sleeve, saying crisply, "Sister, Mommy is still upstairs."
Maximilian took Mrs. Carter upstairs to confront the kidnappers.
Delphine gently stroked Isaac's soft, black hair and said softly, "Then let's get in the car and wait for Mommy, okay?"
The young boy nodded, his shiny black eyes darting towards Ignatius, wanting to approach but not daring to, his head drooping with a sigh.
Delphine didn't understand why Isaac liked Ignatius so much, but this older brother treated his little brother, who was more than ten years younger, with coldness as if he were a stranger.
She couldn't help but reach out and poke Ignatius.
The man stood by the car door, listening to the interrogation over the communication device. For dealing with small-time thugs like these, Ignatius seldom took action himself.
