This was a handsome young man, looking like he was in his early twenties. Tall and elegant, dressed in a stylish shirt and suit, he resembled an aristocrat. A gentle and approachable smile graced his fair face, while his deep, obsidian-like black eyes stared intently at the occupant of the ward - Thomas Smith!
Judging by his stance, he had been standing there for quite a while. However, his gaze never left Thomas, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at him!
Dylan King suddenly felt a sense of danger. This well-dressed man with a remarkable bearing couldn't possibly be the rumored child trafficker. But why was he standing outside the ward of Thomas? Had he gotten lost, or mistaken the person? No, that was impossible. The nameplate beside the door clearly stated "Thomas Smith." He couldn't have read it wrong. So, that meant he was here specifically to see Thomas!
