Estelle nodded repeatedly in his arms nervously.

She had severe acrophobia and would suffer from hypotension when she was at a great height.

“Are you feeling dizzy?” Mr. Mysterious asked.

“Yes...”

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here with you,” Mr. Mysterious assured as he gently stroked her hand to comfort her. Then he took out something from his pocket and handed it to her.

With her eyes closed, Estelle reached out her hand to grab the item, feeling its shape a little familiar.

“This ...