Strangely, she encountered an eerie void, as if someone had purposefully obscured or wiped away any trace of the doctor's details.

Evidently, this doctor was far from ordinary.

She brought Gerard up to speed, who also tried his luck calling the doctor, but to no avail.

“What if this isn't actually the doctor's number?" Gerard mused, his brow furrowed.

He had already passed the number to Calvin for investigation, but even after an hour, they were still in the dark.

Whoever this person was, she either had a crack team keeping her off the grid, or perhaps she was proficient at covering her tracks.

Lilah was on tenterhooks, her anxiety so intense that sleep eluded her, leaving her irritable come morning.

When she reached for her phone to check the time, a message caught her eye.

"Patient, age and symptoms."

The doctor had finally broken radio silence!

Lilah sprang into action, not even bothering to change, and dashed to Cyrus’ room, rapping on his door.

"What's the commotion?" Cyrus, jolted awake by the knocking, bellowed.

"Cyrus, hurry, Jerrold has diarrhea," Lilah told him urgently.

The door flew open with a bang, and a grumbling Cyrus emerged. "I warned you about feeding the kid crab, and now he has diarrhea. This is your fault; how could you be so careless?"

"Could you please quickly walk me through when you started feeling unwell and describe the symptoms in detail?" Lilah pressed urgently.

Cyrus hesitated, his worry for Jerrold evident, but after Lilah succinctly briefed him, he collected his thoughts and meticulously recounted every symptom from the onset of his illness. Lilah diligently recorded everything and dispatched it promptly.

"You've found another unreliable doctor, haven't you? You're getting taken advantage of again, aren't you?" Cyrus observed Lilah's hopeful expression, his heart heavy with concern.

He was all too aware of his own condition; it was a lost cause by now. His only wish was to savor his remaining time with his family, cherishing every precious moment.

As for the rest, he thought, let the chips fall where they might.

Lilah barely registered Cyrus' words; she was too caught up in the moment, her hands quivering as she typed.

She prayed that this time, fortune would smile upon them.

At night, the doctor responded once more, suggesting meeting them in Northam three days later.

Upon hearing the news, everyone was thrilled. Devonte grabbed a microphone and taught Jerrold a classic folk song.

When Lilah saw the joy in the first-floor living room, she felt a warmth in her heart.