About a half hour later, the two men stood in front of the door to the apartment. Wesley gestured for Talbot to stay put, and he entered the apartment alone.

He pushed the door open and was greeted by darkness.

‘Is she really not here?’ Wesley's heart sank.

He quietly opened the door to her bedroom, and when he saw the bedside lamp was on, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He tiptoed to Blair's bedside. It was one o'clock in the morning; she was fast asleep, and had no clue there was a man standing beside her bed, looking at her. If she woke up now, she would be scared out of her wits.

Finally Wesley left the apartment. Talbot was waiting for him, restless as an ant on a hot pan. Seeing Wesley, he jogged over and asked,

"Chief, you feeling all right?"

Wesley's face was as pale as a sheet.

"I'm good. Well, back to the hospital," he said.

“Sure, Chief." Talbot looked at the closed apartment door in confusion before helping Wesley to the elevator.

Spring sprung. Blair hadn't visited Wesley for eleven days.

Neither Blair nor Wesley seemed to care, but Cecelia was anxious!

Even though Wesley wasn't fully recovered, she flew back home, leaving her injured son behind. Before boarding the plane, she called Blair and told her she had urgent things to deal with and asked her to take care of him.

Left with no choice, Blair came to the hospital after work.

When she arrived at his ward, he was having supper. He greeted her calmly and asked, "You eaten yet?"

"Not yet. I'm going to a party tonight. I just came by to make sure you were eating. I got to go now." She turned around and left. She hadn't even stayed in the ward for two minutes.

What made her angry was that Wesley didn't even try to stop her.

Blair wasn't lying. She had an office party that evening. By the time it was over, it was more than ten o'clock at night. Orion insisted on driving her home. After saying goodbye to him at the gate, she strolled towards the apartment building, pondering her relationship with Wesley.

While strolling to her apartment building, Blair thought about how she left Wesley alone in the hospital. She realized that it was a poor way to repay him, and he was as helpless as a kitten up a tree. The girl was considering paying him a visit when a man appeared out of nowhere.

The man wore a mask and a cap, and she couldn't see his face. She was startled for a moment, wondering if he was a bad guy.

She was about to run away when the man asked, “Are you Wesley's Blair?"

Blair was confused.

"I'm Blair, and I know a Wesley. What's this about?"

Now that he had confirmed who he was talking to, the man looked around vigilantly before fishing something from his pocket and holding it out to her.

“Please give this to him. It involves the lives of 128 people."