"Okay."
"After the meal, will you leave immediately? If you have an emergency, go deal with it first. I don't need your company anymore. I'm satisfied that you came to see me today..."
"Mm."
"This is all I can do for you, John..."
The two of them walked back to the hospital ward side by side, at a leisurely pace.
Right now, all Skye could think about was the sentence John Fame had casually dropped— 'I won't keep you waiting much longer.'
Behind them, someone was witnessing it all.
When the two of them walked into the ward, this person quickly left in a car without attracting any attention.
The car drove straight into the Fame family's house.
Jim Fame was out walking the dog in the garden. The Butler came up and said quietly, "Sir, the man from Mr. Fame's case... he's back."
Jim Fame stopped in his tracks: "You mean, the one assigned to John?"
"Yes."
"Why now? Doesn't he usually report in at night?" asked Jim Fame, looking at the Butler.
