Upon a thorough look at the factory, it had nothing special about it. There was not much human traffic around. If someone were to walk past, they might think that it was an abandoned building. No one would have guessed that there would be an operating theatre there.
On a closer look, several rooms on the second floor showed signs of being cleaned. Those might be the wards where the patients stayed in. Most patients here were likely from wealthy families.
“Ms. Stovall, you’re…” Brandon came down to check on me, squinted his eyes, and asked, “Are you taking a stroll?”
I chuckled lightly and replied, “I was just walking around while waiting for a taxi.”
He chuckled and said, “This place is in the suburbs, so there won’t be many taxis around. Since I’m also heading back, I can give you a lift.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Dumphy.”
He chuckled and replied, “You’re welcome. Please wait at the entrance. I’ll go get the car.”
I smiled and nodded in response.
It was noon as I walked past the doorman having his lunch. “Hi Miss, you’re heading back now?” he greeted.
I nodded in reply. I walked over to him and asked, “How long have you been working here? It’s so isolated here. Did your family send you lunch?”
He laughed. “I’ve been working here for several years. My wife has difficulties walking, so she’s currently staying at home. These were made by her last night. I heated it and brought it here for lunch.”
I nodded. “That makes sense. Do you live far away from here? Is it convenient for you?” I asked while I glanced at his legs.
He took a mouthful of food and replied, “Not far. I live in the village across. I may appear old, but my legs are still strong!”
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