Nicole stood at the railing at the center of the hospital and looked down, waiting for Floyd and the others to come over.

She wondered whether she should get someone to search through the entire hospital for that man, but she was not sure.

Floyd and the others would certainly find out if there was a commotion, and they would worry about her.

Nicole took a deep breath.

Just when she was about to take out her phone to ask the driver why Floyd had not arrived yet, she inadvertently saw a familiar person.

It was the woman she met during lunch, Kira.

Kira limped toward the seating area downstairs and looked as if she had sprained her foot.

Nicole frowned slightly.

What a coincidence.

The next second, Nicole’s face instantly paled.

A man in black clothes also limped over with a payment receipt.

Kira raised her head and smiled at him shyly.

That man looked like Clayton, not Jeff or someone else.

It was Clayton!

Nicole did not know how he reconstructed his face back to its origin