As the white-robed individuals laid their eyes on the unfolding scene, their brows furrowed in concern. "Get inside, kid," one of them spoke, his tone weighted with caution, urging Edison to halt his steps.
Edison, brimming with the urge to refute and argue, swiftly subdued his emotions. He lowered his head in deference to the white-robed figures before obediently entering the designated area.
The moment Matson caught sight of Edison's compliance, he pivoted and gracefully turned to face Diana. "Hello, Miss Diana, it has been far too long," he greeted her with polished manners, a gentle smile adorning his features. Extending his hand, he delicately brushed his lips against her wrist in a chivalrous gesture.
