Lewis and Irene turned their gaze to the man standing, looking like he was in his late forties, dressed in a suit with a mad expression on his face. His gaze snapped to Lewis immediately.“How dare you touch Mrs. West? You quack bastard? Are you really trying to kill her?”Dawson stepped aside immediately, his earlier arrogance disappeared as the grey-haired man walked in, wearing a white coat, gold cufflinks, a leather medical case, and a badge on his lapel that read Dr. Kale Merrick. The chief of advanced medicine, Harrington Institute… the best in the world.“That’s him sir Kale.” Dawson pointed towards Lewis with a sneer.Kale’s eyes stared at Lewis. “Step away from my patient right now.”Lewis didn’t move.“I said step away.” Kale crossed the room, standing between Lewis and Eleanor, looking Lewis up and down slowly, his worn-out jacket, his lean frame, the two thin needles in his hand, and a plain look on his face. Kale’s lips curled as he turned to Irene. “Miss West, Dawson in