Even if it wasn't the beauty that could topple empires, it was still a hundred, no, a thousand times better than Emily Stone.
Not to mention Emily's face was as plain as it gets, her stature petite, with neither a prominent bust nor curvy hips—no figure to speak of, no face to speak of, how could she!?
"Hmm," Walter Schmidt barely lifted his eyelids, responded with a low sound, and then strode away.
The four doctors froze in place, staring blankly at the man's tall and straight back until he disappeared before they retracted their gazes—
"Could the marshal and Doctor Stone possibly..." Two male doctors gaped, staring disbelievingly at the door.
"Impossible!"
"Right, definitely impossible! With the marshal's conditions, what kind of woman couldn't he have, why would he fancy Doctor Stone!?"
The two female doctors refused to believe it; one of them even spoke out indignantly, her words filled with resentment.
