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

the news. “Wasn't he sentenced to life imprisonment? How did he get out so

His organization is still in power, after all,” said Layla in a deep voice. “That person's a highly dangerous lunatic. He'll definitely

was stumped for words upon hearing

Are you listening to me?” questioned Layla ever

so I'm not that worried. This is a critical juncture, so you make sure to dismiss any thought of escaping again. Don't fret. Continue your

Francesca heaved a sigh. “Even so, I'm

it that way. It was an accident,” consoled

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

covered her forehead. A stinging pang of sadness overwhelmed her

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 innocent. I'm the reason she

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