To fix our brain

According to Alton's plan, Henry escorted Bjorn and Alora to Holland Hospital the next day.

Inside Seraphina Holland's CEO office, Seraphina's eyes were fixed on Alora, who clung tightly to Bjorn’s arm, her small frame trembling with fear. Alora's heart pounded in her chest, and she held on as if her life depended on it.

Seraphina’s office was sleek and pristine, the cold, clinical air of Holland Hospital seeping through the walls. The blinds were half-drawn, casting thin beams of light across her desk. Seraphina sat behind it, her eyes locked onto Alora, who clung to Bjorn as if her life depended on it. Alora’s breath was rapid, and her small frame shivered uncontrollably. Her fingers dug into Bjorn’s arm, her eyes wide with fear.

Bjorn, on the other hand, lounged back in his seat with a smug grin plastered on his face, watching the tension rise with amusement. He seemed almost delighted to be there, his eyes dancing as he looked between Alora and Seraphina.

Bjorn, on the other hand