The witch doctor approached the door, her steps hesitant as she reached out to open the door.
"What're you doing?" Henry whispered in anger.
Without answering to him, she opened the door and had to raise her gaze to meet the eyes of the young man waiting outside.
"May I help you?" She asked, but she couldn't hide her trembling voice.
"I am here to talk with your patient." Adam said with an amiable smile. "He is expecting me."
The witch doctor didn't oppose it and stepped aside, not daring to meet the betrayed eyes of Henry. The witch doctor knew that he had lost Henry's trust forever, but she knew that he was on the losing end of this conflict.
Adam stepped into the hut and saw pale-faced Henry sitting on the bed—it didn't look like he was under the effects of the poison anymore as he couldn't find any traces of it left in his body.
