Emma Rosy protects her lunchbox in her arms and picks up her pace.

 

As she crossed an intersection and saw the hospital's main entrance, a familiar figure suddenly flashed in her eyes as she waited for the traffic light.

 

Marisa Miller?

 

Emma Rosy said the name in her mind, but couldn't believe it.

 

How could Marisa Darcybe in B-town? She couldn't have been on the same flight as Randall Harrah, could she?

 

Although she had doubts, her feet seemed to be out of control and she went straight after her.

 

She was unfamiliar with B City, and had never been to this section of the road before, and only when...