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Dylan reached up and smoothed her hair, which had been ruined by the night wind, and then he placed her hand over his chest to let her feel his heartbeat.

She was his woman, and he must believe her.

It was a slap in the face if he doubted her.

This silent movement soothed Savannah.

"Stay here until I'm back. Don't go to the company these days, and don't take any modeling jobs," He whispered as he held her close, his fingers pushing some escaped tendrils of hair off her face.

He was afraid that Susan and Devin would seek her out if she left and cause trouble.

She'd better remain at home until he had solved the problem and proved her innocent.

"Hmm," Savannah nodded obediently.

Dylan turned to Judy, "Take care of Miss Shultz."

"Yes, sir," Judy replied as she took Savannah by her arm.

Savannah watched him turn and get into his car, which sped away from the villa and disappeared at the end of the street around the corner.

The Sterling house was filled with palpable tension, a dismal feeling radiating off everyone that was in it.

"Dad, the baby was supposed to be born in four months, but was killed by the little bitch! It's your great-grandson! I will not spare, Savannah. She is the murderer! I will go to the police to accuse her of intentional killing!" Susan was weeping at the top of her voice.

Dylan sat at the other end of the sofa, his long legs crossed, his long fingers rapping on the handrail.

"Isn't it too early to say the word 'murderer'?" His voice was cool and unmoved.

"Valerie said that Savannah pushed her down the stairs, and Abby saw it too. What else do you want?" Susan sneered.

"These two witnesses don't count. Although Valerie is Savannah's cousin, their relationship has been very bad. You say that Savannah pushed Valerie downstairs. I can also say that Valerie deliberately wronged Savannah. It's even less likely that Abby would tell the truth. We all know how she feels about Savannah, and it's not unusual for her to lie," Dylan pointed out.

Susan stood up and laughed with anger, "That baby was s precious that it would be impossible for her to accuse Savannah at the cost of a miscarriage!"

"Maybe she fell down the stairs by mistake, and she just put the blame on Savannah," snorted Dylan.

"Do you think Savannah is being wronged? Do you have proof? No! It's all your guess!" Susan turned and cried at old Sterling, "Dad! She has to pay for what she's done, and I'm going to the police to sue her! I'm going to put her in jail!"

"Have you asked for my permission before suing my woman?" There was a cold glitter in Dylan's eyes, making Susan shudder.

Old Sterling kept quiet for a long time and finally shouted out, "Enough, don't argue!"

A moment later, he looked at Dylan and Susan, his voice heavy and sad,

"Sterling's great-grandson must not be gone for nothing. If this was done by Savannah, she would have to pay the price. But after all, Savannah is Dylan's woman, and I don't want to mistreat her. Dylan, I'm going to give you one month. If you can prove her innocence in a month, then I'll let this go and apologize. If not, then I won't stop Susan.

Dylan's face sank, knowing that this was old Sterling's bottom line.

"Okay," he said, finally raising his head, and his voice was very quiet.

Susan looked after Dylan as he left. Though she was not satisfied that her father had given Savannah a month, that's just a mouth.

After a month, she could put that little bitch in jail!

In the snow-white ward, Valerie lay on the bed weakly.

Devin had just left with Norah and Dalton, who had come to see their daughter.

The effect of the anesthesia gradually wore off, and the pain in her lower abdomen reminded Valerie of her recently lost baby.

Though she was pale and weak, she laid her hand upon her flat belly with a smile of relief on her lips.

Devin just came and told her everything after she was sent to the hospital.

As she expected, the evidence pointed to Savannah as the murderer. Abby helped too.

Savannah was now the condemned person in the Sterling household.

Susan claimed she would send Savannah to prison! Old Sterling had given Dylan a month to find out the truth. They would take Savannah to court if Dylan couldn't prove her innocence.

That's good.

This was her plan when she learned that her baby was dead.

The dead child could not be saved. Why not use it to do something more meaningful?

This way, she could not only avoid being accused by old Sterling of not taking care of the baby but also trapped Savannah.

As for the baby, she would have another one. What's there to worry about?

Even if Savannah was defended by Dylan and spared jail, she would be utterly discredited and never had a chance to marry into the Sterling.

How could old Sterling allow a woman who killed his great-grandson to be his daughter-in-law?

Valerie could not help smiling when she thought of this.

Dylan hadn't been home for three days.

Before, Savannah would like nothing better than not seeing him. But now, she was greedily waiting for him to show up. She wanted to learn what was going on.

Had everything been found out?

She didn't want to be wronged. It was terrible!

She called and texted Dylan, but he never answered or replied.

Judy called too, he did answer but said nothing.

On the fourth day, Savannah could scarcely sit still.

Now, what did that mean? She heard nothing from him these days.

As he ordered, she didn't go to the company, nor did she take any jobs. She didn't even go out of the villa. It felt like she was in jail, waiting for the judge's sentence!

But she was wronged.

In the evening, she ate a few mouthfuls of food and had no appetite to eat anymore. She called Dylan again.

As usual, he didn't answer the phone.

After thinking about it, she changed her dress and got ready to go out.

She wanted to ask Dylan to take her to the Sterling's house. She had to explain to old Sterling what happened that day.

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