At that moment, the black Maybach slowly pulled away from the hospital entrance.

Weldon, sitting in the front seat, was the first to spot the trembling figure by the roadside.

Without thinking, his foot eased off the gas. The car slowed to a crawl.

“Mr. Huxley Dawson…” Weldon glanced at the rearview mirror. “That’s Mrs. Huxley Dawson over there. Should we… pick her up?”

Luke’s cold eyes lifted slightly. Through the windshield, he saw her, Dexie.

A frail silhouette standing in ...