"Rebecca?" Aiden was slightly surprised.
Rebecca's expression also stiffened, and then, as if realizing her own lapse, she sighed, "I'm sorry, I was too loud. But Presia was an important criminal that we had caught with great effort. To let her die so easily feels a bit... You surely don't intend to just let her die of neglect, do you?"
"Of course not, why would you think that?" Aiden sighed, preparing to explain, "Actually..."
At this point, he suddenly stopped.
From the moment they met, he could sense a very unnatural sense of restlessness in Rebecca's facial expressions and behavior—a level of professional acumen he still possessed.
An investigative thought naturally emerged in his mind, and after a brief consideration, he said, "Actually, we've already taken emergency measures, and her condition is quite stable. The hospital has been contacted, too, so you can be assured."
"Really?" Rebecca seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
