Ansel Balder blinked several times. The first thing that caught his eye was the treatment room's LED light. He tried to move his arm. A little pain from the influence of the anesthetic is gone. He blinked again, then swept his gaze across the room. There was only one woman there. No, not Daphne Tjia.
"Mr. Balder." Franca Milligan who visited him breathed a sigh of relief.
