Wilson shifted his gaze to Anesthesia. He had an understanding of Anesthesia's power. He had no doubts about it anymore, nor about Draven's plan. Even though he gave Veronica less blood, he still consumed the entire tube. Wilson considered this as he took a step ahead of Draven.
Draven's body stopped jerking and became still as it lay on the ground. Nobody dared approach Draven.
To check on Draven's respiration, Wilson knelt and held out his finger near his nose.
He felt Veronica's gaze fixed on his body as well. Her gaze instantly shifted to the door, though. Her eyes widened when she noticed Alfred there. He was also glancing at Veronica.
"Alfred."
Veronica whispered and dashed to the door.
She questioned, "Where have you been?"
As she seized Alfred's hand, Veronica asked. Alfred couldn't believe Veronica was in front of him. She again called his name, and she again held his hand. Alfred once again caught sight of Veronica's cheerful expression.
"Alfred."
