After studying the beautiful psychiatrist closer, Mordret noticed how tired and worse for wear Dr. Saint looked. There were bruises on her eerily beautiful face, her clothes were wrinkled under the white lab coat, and one of her hands was bandaged tightly.
A concerned frown found its way onto his face against his will.
"I am sorry. Morgan, did she… were you hurt?"
Dr. Saint remained silent for a few moments, then cast a cold glance at the members of his retinue.
After hesitating a little, she frowned and said in a sonorous, enthralling voice:
"Can we speak in private, Mr. Mordret?"
It took him a few seconds to come to his senses after hearing her voice and realize that she had asked him a question. Mordret stared at the beautiful psychiatrist for a bit, then looked at his bodyguards.
"Wait here."
He gave the director a signal to remain in the lobby, as well.
Dr. Saint nodded.
"Then, follow me."
