Sanatorium entrance.
The car stopped.
From the driver's seat, Yves Zimmerman's gaze turned to the rearview mirror, "Elder Hayes, we've arrived."
"Mm."
Hugo Hayes sat with a stern face, eyes fixed tightly on the building outside the window, his expression so dark it seemed water might drip from it.
After a few seconds of silence, he rose to prepare to exit the car.
At the same time.
On the only asphalt road leading down the mountain, several nanny vans had already started their ascent.
Hugo Hayes' expression cooled slightly, glancing at the cars coming from behind, he pursed his lips and spoke, "Them, I'll leave to you."
This was addressed to Yves Zimmerman.
Yves Zimmerman nodded, "Yes."
As Hugo Hayes opened the car door, Yves Zimmerman also opened his door at the first opportunity.
However, their directions were different.
Hugo Hayes was headed for the sanatorium, while Yves Zimmerman's target was the sedans that had come into view.