The doctor dressed in his white coat on top of his main clothes and a stethoscope hung over his beck walked majestically towards us with a worried but serious look on his face. I sensed disaster. With every step he took, my eyes were constantly watching him.

"Hello!" He waved his hand coldly, by the look on his face, I felt something not so good was about to happen or had already happened. "He's not responding to treatment," my heart dropped when he said this. Eva got so down and weakened. Sure, Pandora was gonna laugh at us. This' what she's been wishing for ever since Douglas entered into this...