qJust when Francesca was in deep thought while relaxing in her recliner, her phone vibrated once more. It was Layla trying to reach her. In a haste, she answered the call. “Ms. Layla!”

“Are you back in H City already, Francesca?” When Layla was speaking, Anthony's voice could also be heard rather faintly on the other end of the line. “Let me talk to her. Give me the phone—”

Layla bellowed right away, “Zip it.”

“Yes, I just reached,” replied Francesca with a grin. “I'm at the beach. It's so beautiful here...”

“Have you contacted your master? When's your surgery?”

As always, Layla cut straight to the subject.

“Gordon will sort that out for me. I told him the clues, so I suppose he'd find out soon enough.”

at once.” Anxious, Layla added, “I've got wind that

one-eighty at the news. “Wasn't he sentenced to life imprisonment?

how... His organization is still in power, after all,” said Layla in a deep voice. “That person's a highly dangerous lunatic. He'll definitely seek you out to have his revenge. You'd better keep your

stumped for words

to me?”

thought of escaping again. Don't

a sigh. “Even so, I'm the one responsible

think of it that way. It was an accident,” consoled Layla

in this world makes mistakes. Doctors are humans, too. Wait, no... Technically, it wasn't your mistake anyway. You told him before that the surgery's rate of success was eighty percent. That means there's still a twenty percent probability of failure. You're not

stinging pang of sadness overwhelmed her

handed me the candy, she wouldn't have been shot. It was all my fault that she got hurt in the first place. I've given her my word to cure her wound, yet I failed in the end. All I could do was watch her breathe her last in front of me. I... That child's so young

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