A perfectly normal sentence, yet Emily Stone felt an overwhelming sense of ambiguity as she listened.
Especially when she thought of the scene that had just unfolded in the living room, her face turned even redder.
"No, I'm going back to the hospital!" So without thinking, she immediately responded.
"Tsk." Walter Schmidt chuckled, finding the woman's thoughts simplistic, able to read her mind with a glance. He sat up straight, his tall frame leaning forward, drawing near to her, his dark eyes firmly capturing hers, "Emily Stone, what are you so nervous about?"
"...I'm not!" As if he hit the nail on the head, Emily Stone's cheeks flushed red. She covered her face, turned her head to look out the window, and stubbornly refused to speak again.
"Not?" The man sneered coldly and then instructed the driver in the front seat, "Go straight back to the marshal's residence."
"You..." Emily Stone turned her head and saw the man staring at her with a smirk, her heart pounding violently.
