Chapter 465

I noticed Grace wearing a hat and a mask, and emerging from the elevator directly behind her was an elderly man in a tailcoat. It suddenly felt like the atmosphere in the sleek, modern hospital had stepped back a century. "Hey, Xav," Grace said, her voice barely above a whisper. I held back from asking why she was dressed so oddly today. In fact, Grace had been a little out of it ever since I brought up Barrette yesterday—Ella was also mentioned in the conversation later. Given Barrette's relationship with Ella, it was no surprise Grace was nervous about being recognized. Yet, my gaze was solely focused on the elderly gentleman standing behind Grace. After making eye contact, he offered me a warm, gentle smile. I nonchalantly looked away, my thoughts racing. I pondered whether or not I was ever acquainted with him. I racked my brain, trying to recall any memory of him, but to no avail. "What are you doing here, Keith? I told you I could head back by myself," Barrette said, his