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.”

He ought to get it done at once.” Anxious, Layla added, “I've got wind that you-know-who was released from

“Wasn't he sentenced to

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

was stumped for words upon hearing

Francesca! Are you listening to me?” questioned Layla ever so

that worried. This is a critical juncture, so you make sure to dismiss any thought of escaping again.

heaved a sigh. “Even so, I'm the one

it that way. It was an accident,”

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 stinging pang of

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

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