Benjamin drove the Maybach so fast that it seemed to be flying like a helicopter. A journey that usually took 20 minutes of driving was shortened by half.

In less than ten minutes, Credence was already standing at the gates of the hospital. He stared at the front door that was tightly closed. His eyes were deep and filled with anxiousness.

Without a second thought, he took the metal rod from Benjamin's hands and swung it at the door repeatedly.

It clanged loudly.

Credence put so much strength into it that blood started to seep out of his surgery wound.

"Mr. Scott, please don't use too much strength."

Benjamin felt...