The Woman From Hell

He had a delicate short haircut, wore a woolen jacket, and sat in a wheelchair. There was a blanket covering the lower half of his body. We were at room temperature, so I could not help but wonder if he would feel warm dressed like that.

When the man saw me approaching, he politely smiled. "You're early, Mrs. Grant."

"This involves human life. Please understand that I don't have the patience to wait that long." This was the last bit of my patience.

"Of course, I understand, but this is usually my rest time. You can tell that I'm a patient too, and patients need their rest. Hence, I, too, seek your understanding."

The waiter served a cup of coffee as he

spoke. I realized there was not a single person around, and even the black-clad man who showed me the way earlier was gone. In my field of vision, only Alex was sitting from across the table.

I was not even sure if he was Alex Hodds.

"You are-"

"Sigh, let's not mention it first."

opened my mouth to confirm his

be able to have the strength to get into business with you later." The other party picked up his coffee as he said. He turned to look out the

clenched

right now.

well enough, I held back my anger. However, my words had revealed my

am, I still need to rest at this time. This is already part of my biological clock. Please don't interrupt me, Mrs. Grant. I'll answer your doubts

the window at the hustle and bustle of the city, sipping his coffee

I stared at the person from across the table, feeling

should have given Chief Royce a call when I left the hospital to

the table

got up. The other party spoke while staring out at the city under

won't regret

"I don't even know who you are. How can I simply believe

today, you might never get to see me or your son again." My

who showed me the way earlier walked up to