Eleanor looked at Christian's confident demeanor and no longer doubted.

Her brother, of course, had to be believed.

Soon, Christian was the first to stop. He looked up at the ward number in front of him-Room 28 in Ward A.

"Elle, this is it," Christian let go of Eleanor's hand and politely knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock!" After two knocks, the door was opened from inside.

It wasn't Gordon or Evelyn who opened the door, but a tidy-looking woman around fifty years ...