"Who is Mrs. Christie?" Sifa looked at Meli in astonishment.
Instead of answering, Meli stared at Caven. "Aren't you a neurosurgeon? How do you know about the existence of 'Mrs. Christie'?"
Caven immediately looked toward Sifa, who could only say, "Ms. Meli, now isn't the time to focus on that. Josh is what matters."
Meli nodded in agreement and did not dwell on the matter. She answered Sifa's earlier question instead. "Mrs. Christie is an oil painting, one my grandfather collected. Supposedly, he bought it from Intis when he was a sailor."
"My father knows the details better."
"All I can say is that it is a painting with a terrifying nature, and my father told me all sorts of strange stories about it."
"In those stories, Mrs. Christie would appear in all kinds of oil paintings and photographs. She would become an inconspicuous figure within them."
"She would observe her targets from inside the paintings and photographs, then wait for the right moment to take them away."
After hearing her account, Sifa immediately made a decision. "Come on. Let's go talk to Hadi."
When they returned to the hospital room, Sifa saw that Rowley and his wife had also arrived.
He had Meli call the old man out. In the corridor, Sifa asked bluntly, "Mr. Hadi, please tell us about the painting called 'Mrs. Christie.'"
Hadi was clearly stunned. He looked at his daughter in shock, then turned to Sifa. "How do you know about that painting?"
"I told them." Meli held her father's hand. "Dad, what exactly is going on with that painting?"
"Those ghost stories you told me... were they really just ghost stories?"
"Josh is unconscious and won't wake up. It might be related to that painting, so if you know anything, tell us quickly."
Hadi