"Mr. Gladstone, are you really alright?" Elsa was very worried.
"Yes, Mr. Gladstone, are you really going to be discharged?" Andy was also worried.
"You two have been working for me since you were children. You should know I'm not a liar. I'm really fine. Why should I lie to you?" Marlowe smiled helplessly.
As he spoke, Marlowe chuckled and urged.
"Andy, hurry up and get me discharged. The pungent smell of the disinfectant here is hurting my throat.
"Elsa, I heard Lincoln and that girl are also in the hospital. Go and invite them over."
"Okay."
Andy and Elsa answered together, and they left the ward one after another.
Marlowe took out an old-fashioned pocket watch. Under the watch was a black and white photo of three people.
It was blurry, yellow, and old, but Marlowe could recognize the three people.
"Tim, Brandon, Jason, the three of you are gone. I am left alone.