Chapter: 1023

The small screen above the elevator button was flashing with every change of the number of stories. All of a sudden, the elevator drew up at their floor, and the double doors were slowly pulled to both sides.

The man who was sent to fetch the doctor walked into the elevator a step behind Dr. Turner. Perhaps because of the nature of his profession, at the moment both his feet were inside the elevator, he felt that someone was looking at him. He turned around vigilantly and looked out. Inattentiveness had no room in the kind of job he had.

It was almost 10 p.m. It was already way past the visiting hours in the VIP wards, so the eerie silence went without saying. The man swept his eyes around the empty corridor and then eased inside the elevator when he found not a single suspicious movement.

At the same time, his phone buzzed twice.

He tore his eyes off the hallway and took out his phone. It was a reply to the message he sent ten minutes ago to the driver who, he assumed, was already waiting in the basement parking lot. The message relayed that the driver had arrived downstairs.

The man in black replied, "What took you so long to respond?"

Perhaps it was because of the feeling of being his sixth sense had picked up, the man was even more guarded than he was earlier.

Typically, the driver would not have waited for ten minutes to answer his message.

This time, the driver's message came soon.

"I ate something bad and went to the bathroom. I just saw your message."

Reading the driver's retort, the man remembered that they had eaten early dinner together that afternoon. Not long after they gobbled up the food they ordered, he felt a churning sensation troubling his stomach, so all the doubt that was starting to rile up in him evaporated. He replied, "We're heading down now." Then, he put away his phone.

He pressed the button assigned for the first floor. Soon, the doors closed and the elevator rolled down to the first floor, bringing them to the in-patient department.

When the doors were shut close, a door from a ward in the corridor was unbolted as if the sound of the double doors of the elevator closing was the cue it had been waiting for. A woman clad in a nurse outfit emerged from the room. She ushered herself towards the elevator and stared at it intently before dialing a number.

Soon after the fourth ring, the call was connected to the other line.

"Madam, Dr. Turner has been taken away," the woman said over the phone as she took off the nurse's cap, which seemed to be a prop.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, but the woman had no right to be impatient or even rush the other party to respond. Just when the woman entertained the thought that her signal reception was pretty bad, she finally heard a voice.

"Since he's grown impatient, we should shut him up forever." ak

It was already 10 p.m. when Rachel and Joey left the food street.

The Maybach drove steadily on the asphalt road and was then headed to the Sue Garden, away from the place that was full of life in the darkness of the night.

Joey never once let go of Rachel's hand-even as they got back into the car. Their little journey down the snack street had been worth it. Sometimes he got so excited that he had said something like the food was delicious and that he would eat it next time. At times, he felt it was a shame how he could have eaten more if it were not for his already overstuffed stomach, going on to say that he had no time to taste something else because of that.

It must have drained all his energy, and the little guy fell asleep in the car when they were still on the way home.

He rested his head against Rachel's arm. Even with his eyes closed, it was not difficult to discern how happy he was tonight. The corners of his mouth were slightly pulled up in a little grin, and every facial muscle he had put on effort to support that smile.

The night wind was cool, blowing in against their warm skin. It was, after all, getting late, so the night breeze was chilly.

Rachel rolled the car window up, leaving only a crack.

The little guy was soundly sleeping. Although the car was steadily moving, Joey's little head stumbled forward from time to time, that was, if the driver suddenly stepped on the brakes, the child's upper extremities would fall forward. Besides, he was only leaning against