Chapter 162- Tiffany

"Excuse me, make way, make way! Be careful!" A doctor and nurse rushed by with a stretcher, the wheels screeching loudly on the floor. The IV drip hung precariously in the air, its tube swaying gently, as fragile as the little life on the bed whose face was tinged with cyanosis, as if it could pass away at any moment.

Capone had to step aside to avoid them, losing the chance to catch up to the figure he had been following.

His eyes searched the surroundings and locked onto the room the figure had just left.

Through the glass on the door, he saw Jimmy sitting beside the bed, flipping through a storybook, reading aloud to the little girl lying in the bed.

On the nearby table, there was an orange that had just been peeled. Every couple of sentences, he would feed a slice of orange to the little girl.

Capone's gaze seemed to be glued to the scene, unable to pull away.