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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,

I might take half

problem.

their heads before

Why are they so courteous with

seemed like the butler kept trying to

a regular doctor, and Robin looks like he's on a completely different level of authority. Even Sean talks to him politely. Why is he being so polite

opposite of my

ill that they

little more

her head returned, and it felt

woman hurriedly ate a painkiller, changed into her clothes, and exited her room with a medical

“This way, Dr. Felch.”

Francesca as soon as he saw

leaving, Francesca spoke to Kerrie about her temporary absence. “Could you let Sean

“Sure.”

then reported to Sean

You may

said, although there was now a strange look

but the latter would constantly evade the subject and provide little to no

This is strange.

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

seem so interested in