[Margaret’s Perspective]
Elizabeth’s condition had improved a lot compared to yesterday, at least her little face didn’t look as pale and frightening as it did last night.
I walked forward and took the wheelchair from the nurse, saying gently, "Others are not allowed to co and go inside, you all may leave first, I will make sure Elizabeth is safely returned later."
The doctor and nurses who ca with Elizabeth, of course, wouldn’t question my command. They nodded respectfully, answered with a ’yes,’ and then left, leaving only Elizabeth, my maid Ruth, and outside the door.
"Let’s go inside," I said to Elizabeth in a warm tone.
Elizabeth nodded her head, staring straight at the door that had been opened from inside.
The air conditioning in the research facility was a bit low, and I glanced at the clothes on Elizabeth, asking, "Are you cold? Should I get you a shawl?"
Elizabeth, seemingly not expecting to suddenly speak, shook her head and said, "It’s okay, I’m not cold, Margaret."
Seeing her so stiff in her reaction, I chuckled softly to comfort her, "Don’t be so nervous, Benjamin already reported to and Donald today. Anthony’s condition is stable now, there is nothing to worry about."
"Hm? Oh, good!" The expression on Elizabeth’s face was tense, her eyes sowhat evasive.
I noticed her mind was elsewhere, and as I continued to push her forward, I softly said, "Just speak up if you have sothing on your mind, don’t beat around the bush."
Busted for her distraction, Elizabeth fortunately didn’t continue to hide her thoughts. She turned to look at , "My mom told all about the commotion my dad caused at your wedding yesterday, and I know you’re angry with them, but..."
She paused, as if still contemplating how to apologize in a way that would be easier for to accept.
"They were just really worried about , and that’s why they lost control like that. Please don’t be angry, Margaret. I apologize on their behalf. I’ve learned how to cook recently; let make you a al, would you forgive them this ti?"
If this were in the past, Elizabeth would never have lowered her head to like this; even if she was truly at fault, but now she had grown up, becoming softer and gentler. Even when she wasn’t at fault, she was willing to co and apologize to and ask for forgiveness.
I slowly stopped walking, looking down at her gently, "I’m not angry about that incident, and you don’t have to apologize for them. Let’s not talk about this now, shall we? Let’s go in and see Anthony!"
Saying this in a tone that brooked no refusal, I continued to push her forward. Benjamin, with his team, ca to et us from the opposite direction, holding so papers in his hand, looking very busy.
I didn’t ask Benjamin to personally attend to us, just had his assistant lead us to Anthony’s ward.
Benjamin indeed hadn’t lied; Anthony’s condition was very stable now, just for so reason he hadn’t awoken yet. The assistant stood by explaining this issue patiently to Elizabeth, while I was slightly lost in thought about so other matters.
"What just happened? Benjamin seed rather urgent," I said, putting down the cup in my hand and looking up at Benjamin’s assistant.
He seed taken aback by my sudden question, hesitating for a few seconds before coming back to his senses and responding respectfully, "Lycan Queen, you are truly perceptive. A re glance, and you guessed that sothing else happened in the lab. It’s our Subject No. 1 that has displayed abnormal conditions, and Teacher Benjamin is rushing over to handle the situation."
Ignoring the assistant’s complints, I twirled the gemstone ring on my finger and continued to ask in a warm voice, "What is Subject No. 1? What happened there, do we need to go over and help?"
The assistant shook his head upon hearing my words, replying, "Thank you for your concern, Lycan Queen, but you needn’t worry. We have dealt with ergencies with Subject No. 1 many tis before, and such incidents happen frequently in the lab."
During his explanation, I listened patiently without interrupting.
Realizing that he hadn’t answered my question directly, his expression tensed up markedly, he nodded quickly and said, "I apologize, Lycan Queen. The Subject No. 1 you asked about is actually the prisoner of war, Angel. This is her second ergency resuscitation today!"
"Are you saying she’s close to death?"
"What? Subject No. 1 is Angel? That traitor, Angel?"
Mine and Elizabeth’s voices echoed one after another in the air, stirring into a mix as the assistant looked at Elizabeth, who had suddenly spoken up, and then looked back at , "Indeed, Lycan Queen. Yes, Miss," he replied.
I nodded slightly, stood up, and said to Elizabeth, "Stay here and don’t wander off. I’ll be back soon. Ruth, you stay with the second miss here; I’ll return shortly."
The latter part I directed at Ruth.
After saying this, I looked at the assistant standing beside and spoke in a calm voice, "Take there now, I want to see her."
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