"But Ignatius's illness can't be delayed." Maximilian said with some urgency.
"What does Reginald say?" Arthur White asked.
"He stays in the lab all day. You know how he is; if he hasn't thought it through or isn't confident, he won't say a word." Some time ago, Reginald was called back to the South Seas, and Maximilian, being quite close to him, also couldn't get any information out of him.
"Then let's find a few more brain specialists for a joint consultation." Arthur White hugged the confidential documents in his arms, a cryptic gleam flashing under his glasses. Ignatius's illness lay in his heart; as long as there were no obstacles with Miss Delphine, the treatment would naturally follow.
But both of them need time to calm down. For now, we can only stall.
A few days later, Pan Wen and the mother-child duo formally sued Jocelyn Yeager, and Bessie Leclair, whose injuries were not serious, made a point of being discharged to see Jocelyn's fate.
