By the window of the ICU in the opposite hospital, a slender and stern black silhouette of a man stood silently. It was so quiet!

Credence lit a cigarette between his thin lips. His other hand slowly placed his mobile phone into his pocket. He did everything slowly, and his sight was deep and unwavering.

Not only did Dorothy not pick up his call, she was so bold that she declined it...

His face did not reveal any emotions, but Rosalie, who was leaning against the head of the bed, trembled violently. She did not even dare to breathe loudly.

Given her keen intuition, she was sure that Credence had...