When Matthias arrived at the airport, the first thing he saw was a private jet.

“Matt.”

Hearing the soft yet clear call of his name, Matthias instinctively turned around. Chelsea stood behind him, and behind her was a full medical team.

“You guys board first,” Chelsea instructed.

Under Julian’s arrangements, the medical team quickly boarded the plane.

Matthias’ expression was filled with anxiety. “Sis, my brother—”

“I know. We’re bringing the best medical team and heading there as fast as we can. Everything will be fine, don’t worry.”

Chelsea’s calm and resolute tone soothed Matthias’ restless heart, helping him clear his thoughts. He nodded heavily.

Chelsea glanced at him—the tall...