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.”

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

news. “Wasn't he sentenced to

said Layla in a deep voice. “That person's a highly

stumped for words upon hearing

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

escaping again. Don't fret. Continue your daily activities under their protection. When Dr. Felch arrives, you can then undergo the treatment.

“Even so, I'm the one responsible for that

of it that way. It was an accident,”

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 at fault just because the surgery failed. Not even the best surgeons could guarantee

stinging pang of sadness

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 and adorable. Her smile's so sweet and

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