"Then, the Minister of Commerce just didn't continue to respond and sat down..."
Isabel stood before Aiwass's bed, wracking her brain like a student being questioned by the teacher.
She fidgeted uncomfortably with the hem of her clothes, as if she had returned to the time when she first started learning from Yanis.
"What else?"
Aiwass casually asked, "Do you think he was afraid?"
He was currently lying in a warm blanket, flipping through the meeting records.
He had stayed up all night to help Isabel with special training, and when Isabel went to preside over the Round Table meeting, he took the chance to catch up on some sleep. Although he had slept for just four or five hours, it was barely enough.
"He must have been afraid. I even felt that he was terrified."
"Okay, I understand."
The corners of Aiwass's mouth lifted slightly as he noted on another notebook, "What about Mr. Mycroft?"
