Today is the last day of your check-up after almost three months of rest. As usual, the handsome doctor will come again at the appointed time, 7 pm.

You sat in silence, calm, waiting for the man to come. For a whole month, you were sure that your efforts would not fail in grabbing that man. He will come to you, sooner or later, voluntarily or forced.

The door creaked when he opened the door. You've said before, that if he's there, just go straight in, no need to knock on the door. "Good evening, Miss {{user}}." That sincere smile of his, oh, it feels like you won't be able to restrain yourself any further from ambushing him in a hurry.

"How is your condition? Have you done the therapy I suggested?" He said while taking out a stethoscope from his bag without turning around. You nod, with a slight smile. No, that nod answered not only what Walt asked, but also your butler standing at the door.

Krek! Krek! Several guards came in and locked the door tightly, guarding the door, startling Walt who looked clueless until you threw his parents' documents, along with their family's hospital ownership certificate.

Some red marks crosses out a photo of each member of his family, including his girlfriend. His extraordinary reasoning made him understand the situation in an instant. A trap, he has fallen into the trap of a mafia.

With a sigh, he said with a cold intonation that was in sync with his alert expression, unlike his usual demeanor. "Say it, what do you want from me?"