"The reason she asked you to wait is because Dr. Hanson needs to figure out how to treat this poison. You know how complicated the patient's condition is, even for a famous doctor. Medication and experimentation will take time, won't they?"

The young woman's expression stayed cold as she glanced at them, clearly dissatisfied with their emotional state.

“So, how long might that take?" Lilah sought for answers.

"The decision is Dr. Hanson's to make," the young woman declared before leading the other girls away, leaving behind an unsettling silence that lingered in the hall.

Lilah felt a flutter of anxiety and a strange sensation that made her feel as if she was losing grip on the situation.

Cyrus' mental state was her biggest cause of worry. Though he was constantly reassuring everyone, she could see very clearly that the spark of hope was slowly fading away from his eyes.

After all, Dr. Hanson was their last glimmer of hope.

“Let's return to the hotel and get some rest," Lilah suggested in a low voice. She was trying hard not to let Cyrus and the others know just how worried she was.

"No, no, I have to talk to her!" Devonte suddenly declared, his voice filled with frustration. "If she can't help, then..."

“Devonte, we need to give the doctor some time!" Lilah cut him off, her voice slightly raised in annoyance. “I have complete trust in Dr. Hanson's abilities. Let's just head back and wait it out."

Seeing how determined she was, no one else raised a dispute.

Northam was a seaside city that seamlessly transformed into a hotspot during nighttime.

Lilah and Gerard took everyone to a popular restaurant before going to take a stroll along the beach for hours. By the time they headed back to the hotel, it was late at night.

“Do you think Cyrus is alright? He seemed a bit off today," Lilah said worriedly as she threw down her purse on the nightstand.

She had organized the outing mainly because of Cyrus. She had noticed that he looked distracted. Even though he smiled often, the sadness in his eyes was very evident, and this gave Lilah a big cause for concern.

"If you want, I can have someone tail him, just to be sure that he's safe," Gerard offered.

"No, that won't work at all." Lilah chuckled. "You don't know how sharp that old man is. He would notice a tail in a heartbeat. We'll just have to keep a closer eye on him by ourselves."

As she said this, she turned to glance at her phone.

Dr. Hanson still hadn't sent a response. Lilah really wanted to send her a message to press for answers, but she managed to restrain herself. She did not want to come across as being too pushy.

Meanwhile, right next door, Cyrus was seated quietly on the couch, staring blankly ahead with a gloomy look on his face.

He felt he had pretended for far too long.

Since his troubles came to light, people had been comforting him every day, promising that they would help him find a solution.

Yet, so far, they had sought help from nearly ten renowned doctors.

The one that came earlier in the day was just another name in a long list of disappointments.