CHAPTER 103.

The next day met Kendrick at the crowd wall sitout, a silent and calm eatery located in the shores of Dallas.

Dr. Astrid and Charles Methot sat directly opposite him, a bottle of red fruit wine, rested on the table, Methot taking sips from his champagne flute.

"You mean that I should apply for Sparrow's medical treatment, Kendrick?" Astrid asked in a calm voice.

"Ofcourse, that's what I meant, doctor .. I believe so much in your abilities and would want you to utilize this medium." Kendrick replied, gesturing to her.

The walls of the inn seemed to be closing in on Astrid as she sat, her mind reeling with unanswered questions.

She had always wanted to avoid everything that has to do with J. Ryder and his cohorts ever since he demoted her.

"No.. no, no!!. That's not going to be possible, Kendrick." She protested. Shaking her head in disagreement.

"What? … why that, Doctor?" Kendrick asked with a bewildered stare in his eyes.

She arched her eyebrows, her eyes flashing with a hint