"Come in."
The voice of Marcus Sharp echoed from the children's bedroom.
Before stepping over the threshold into the bedroom, Ellie Doyle could clearly feel her heartbeat quicken.
She knew well that it was impossible for the child to come back to life, much less become the young master of the Hayes Family.
Yet Ellie's heartbeat inexplicably sped up.
This feeling.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
She followed the butler and smoothly entered the bedroom.
A small figure was already lying on the bed.
Unfortunately, from where Ellie stood, she couldn't see Julian Hayes's face.
Seeing Ellie's arrival, the scorn on the faces of the several veteran experts in the room became more apparent.
"You must be Professor Doyle," said a pediatric expert in his fifties as he stood up and pushed up his silver-framed glasses, striding towards Ellie and blocking her path, "May I ask where Professor Doyle studied and if you have any experience in treatment?"