In the hospital, Belle was reading her comics. Dorothy was sitting next to her and reading as well. She would occasionally glance at Germaine. Germaine answered her phone, and her calm face suddenly fumed in anger.

Dorothy was worried and asked. "What happened?"

"No, it's nothing. It was just a guest of mine, he decided not to book a room for the time being."

Germaine's voice sounded urgent as if she was hiding something. She took a few deep breaths and forced a smile. "Dory, Belle, come on. Let's have one last meal together. After that, I have to go to the airport."

"What do you mean by last meal?...