Chapter 55

The cold wind of the night passed through the balcony, Harold extended a glass of wine to the man standing on the balcony, whose mind was filled with weird thoughts.

He didn’t know why he followed Harold here and let Adriel leave the place. He wasn’t scared yet Harold seemed so mysterious and dangerous.

“I’m not going to ask you how things get complicated on your side, but since Grace was my patient, I’m concerned about her.” Harold sipped a wine, his eyes betraying his showcase of his cool attitude.

“She was…?” Adam questioned him, and Harold nodded in response. She stopped going to a psychiatrist. That’s a good sign, though.

“Her mental health gradually improved and I suggested to her to take medication. Maybe something related to Faith triggered her again so here you are.” Harold shrugged his shoulders as if he knew this was coming.

“She is doing fine, Doc. I just wanted to know more about her. I…” Adam struck with words and why did he even care abou