Beas had the habit of falling asleep after drinking milk, so Gem Atkinson, worried about disturbing Beas, took his cellphone out of the ward to answer the call.
"What's up?"
Harlan Palmer said something over the phone that Gem couldn't catch. After hanging up, he glanced down at the courtyard below, then decisively headed downstairs.
In the hospital's courtyard, a plethora of flowers bloomed, exuding the robust scent of summer.
Standing amidst the flowers, Harlan Palmer, in his white shirt and black trousers, was the epitome of grace and charm. He flashed a smile at Gem as he approached, but the deep concern in his eyes did not escape Gem's notice.
"What an unexpected visitor. What's the matter? Why aren't you glued to your Nora?"
"Nora has come to the United States."
Gem chuckled, "No wonder."
"Gem, I need your help."
"Help?"
"Nora is in danger."
