"Julie, what are you babbling about!"
The Goddess of Fate's pretty face suddenly turned red.
The Death Witch winked at the Goddess of Fate and said, "Natasha, as a friend for so many years, don't I know what you're thinking?"
"You... I..."
The Goddess of Fate was startled and suddenly at a loss for words.
The Death Witch just gave the Goddess of Fate a meaningful look before leaving the room.
Once the Death Witch had left,
there were only Lionel Yeager and the Goddess of Fate left in the room.
The two looked at each other silently for a long time.
After a peaceful moment,
Mr. Yeager said, "Goddess of Fate, don't be too restrained.
I am a doctor, and in my eyes, there is no distinction between genders."
Of course, that kind of talk was just to fool ghosts.
He said this to make the Goddess of Fate feel more relaxed.
The Goddess of Fate hesitated for a moment before saying coldly, "You can treat me, but you must not look indiscriminately!
