Surveyed by such a pair of eyes, Alla was inexplicably disconcerted. Swiftly, she lowered her eyelashes, veiling that fervent gaze. He watched her for a significant duration, only daring to affirm her awakening once her eyelashes fluttered. Rising to his full height in silence, he turned and left, returning promptly with an elderly man.
The older gentleman, with golden hair and sea-green eyes, was a picture of vitality despite his white hair. His white suit and elegant demeanor spoke volumes of his charm. After leading the elderly man in, he lifted his slender finger, pointing at Alla on the bed, his eyebrows knit together, "George, how did she wake up?"
George? Alla was taken aback. Dr. Weston had mentioned that Casiano had secured a consultation with a world-renowned heart specialist named George. Could this be the same man?
