The spy nods, even though Robin can't see him. "Consider it done." He pockets his phone and strides towards the shaken caretaker, who is still reeling from Layla's assault.
"Excuse me, sir," the spy says, his voice dripping with false concern. "I couldn't help but witness what just happened. That must have been quite a shock."
The caretaker looks up, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion. "I...I don't know what came over her," he says. "She's never been like this before."
The spy nods sympathetically. "Well, I have someone who might be able to help you with this situation. , she'd like to speak with you."
Mr. Wilkins's brow furrows. "Huh? Why would they want to talk to me?"
The spy offers a reassuring smile. "They believe they may be able to help you with your... situation," he says, his gaze pointedly glancing towards the orphanage.
Mr. Wilkins hesitates, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.
