Chale Cheney remained still, looking through the crowd.
The panicked crowd parted, allowing his bright eyes to settle on the figure behind the bodyguard.
It wasn't anyone else, it was his great-grandfather.
His great-grandfather, whom he had only seen once.
"Big brother, let's leave, this is scary." The little girl, never witnessing such a scene before, got scared and jumped off the chair.
She kept pulling on Chale Cheney's sleeve, her little face filled with fear.
The group of people was getting closer and she was becoming more frightened.
Spencer Childe stood behind the bodyguards, gripping a cane. He was full of vigor, his eyes sharp and calm, not at all resembling an elderly person.
His face was devoid of emotions, exuding an authoritative cold demeanor.
His sharp gaze rested on Chale Cheney.
This was a children's hospital. Some timid children had already started crying, running around looking for their parents.
