Scarlett suddenly looked up, her face lit up with hope. Staring at the pitch-black sky, she asked, "Really? There's actually someone who can save him?"
"Not for sure, but it's worth a try," came the reply.
"Dr. Harold Evans is a specialist in this field. He's really skilled, but... well, the guy's kind of eccentric. Especially after what happened back then, he stopped seeing patients altogether. It'll be tough to get him to help."
"Still, you can give it a shot. Here's his address." The chubby female doctor shoved a card into her hand and walked away.
The wind howled, snow flying all over the place.
"Ladies, please go back. Mr. Evans doesn't take visitors," said a man in his early fifties, standing politely in front of the villa.
"We really need to see Dr. Evans. Please
