Chapter 27 A Flight To Argentina

The familiar corridors of the hospital felt different this time as Mark and Allison ascended to the fourth floor. Dr. Robertson's office, a place they had visited before in their pursuit of the truth, now held the potential key to their redemption. The anticipation weighed on them, every step echoing the urgency of their mission. As they approached Dr. Robertson's office, Mark's hand tightened around the doorknob. The door swung open, revealing the cluttered but organized space that bore witness to countless medical consultations. Dr. Robertson, immersed in his work, looked up with a surprised expression. "Mr. Bellingham, what brings you back here?" Dr. Robertson asked, momentarily setting aside his paperwork. "We need your help, Dr. Robertson," Mark said, the gravity of their situation evident in his voice. Allison added, "We're here to ask if you have information about the doctor who handled the IVF procedure. You told us he left New York and is now in Argentina, the last time we