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q“Already on it,” Robin remarked with a smile as he passed her a check with both his hands. “Your voice, tone, and manner of speaking - they all resemble the miracle doctor so much.”

“Really? What's her name?”

Francesca couldn't help but grin as she saw the check.

Then, she folded it and kept it away gently, not forgetting to give her pocket a little pat as though worried she would lose the slip of paper.

“It's Francesco from Zarain,” Robin answered while gazing deeply into her eyes.

The woman was visibly surprised to hear that. “But isn't Francesco an old dude?”

“Uhh...”

Robin was too stunned to speak for a moment.

“How do I resemble him at all?” asked Francesca as she continued to eat.

“In any case, could you please come and have a look at His Highness when you've finished your dinner?”

Refusing to give up, Robin walked over in an attempt to glance at her face.

“Of course. I've accepted your payment, after all.” The woman put her mask back on immediately. “Give me a moment. I'll head out after getting dressed.”

“Certainly. I'll be waiting for you outside.” Robin bowed.

assistance getting dressed, Dr.

myself. I might take

problem.

lowered their

Why are they so

the butler kept trying to look at

level of authority. Even Sean talks to him politely. Why is he being so polite

the complete opposite

so ill that they

else, Francesca ate a little more and

pain in the back of her head returned, and it felt as though she was being struck hard with

her

“This way, Dr. Felch.”

gestured at Francesca as soon as he saw

her temporary absence. “Could you let Sean

“Sure.”

then reported to Sean right

understand. You

had said, although there was now a strange look in his

to this, he had tried to obtain information on Francesco from Robin, but the latter would constantly evade the subject

This is strange.

things, but aren't Mr. Lindberg and William close pals who've worked together for many

why does he seem so interested