How is our son doing?

Giselle came back to her senses, wiped her eyes, and then asked, “Who is it?” The person at the door did not respond. Giselle froze and then repeated the question she had just asked. It had already been 1:30 AM. She initially assumed it was a guest. They would visit her if the receptionist could not solve their issue. However, the person was not a guest. Just when she thought she had heard wrong, she heard a knock on the door again. She then proceeded to move towards the door. Through the peephole on the door, she looked around but saw no one. Just as she was perplexed, she noticed a black shadow obscuring the peephole. Taken aback, Giselle stumbled. Then, she heard another knock on the door. Seconds later, a piece of paper came in through the door and touched her toes. Giselle was frightened and almost screamed out as she saw a line on the paper. “Giselle, how is our son doing now?” Her face turned pale quickly, and she didn’t return to her senses for a long time. In fear, she collaps