Gina was lying on his back on a hospital bed, with flowers and fruits beside the bed, and the state-of-the-art brainwave detector from Germany beating smoothly and fluctuating next to him.

It's a VIP room in the best hospital in Atlanta.

The door of the ward opened with a sound and Anthony walked in with a clean apple in his hand.

"The doctor said that in another week you can be discharged from the hospital." Pulling out a stool and sitting beside the woman, Anthony's lips ...