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As if no longer having the strength to stand on two feet, Naomi lifelessly kneels down with a pitiful pale face. Her eyes are watery, and her two hands with trembling fingers covering her mouth.

As an educated person, she knows so well that it’s already too late to save her father’s life. Not even the best doctor in the world can save Adam Saunders’ life.

On the other hand, Mr. Chicote can no longer argue the two doctors anymore. He looks so stupid, gulping with a pale face, realizing how fuck up he is at the moment.

“Now you realize how stupid you have been in my eyes?” Alfred, who has just come out of the isolation room, states coldly to Mr. Chicote’s face. “I don't care whether ghosts exist or not. But I can say for sure that you are just a swindler, taking advantage of other people's suffering to extort their money.”

“Nonsense!” Mr. Chicote refutes. “She was the one who asked for my help, and I do what I can do based on my knowledge.”

“Based on your knowledge? So what about the gho