Abigail, carrying simple luggage, sat sullenly in the car. Benjamin noticed her poor mood and didn't disturb her, only instructing the driver to start the car.
But no sooner had the car started than Abigail's phone rang. She looked at it, slightly surprised, and answered, "Headmaster Theodore, do you need something from me?"
"Abigail, I heard from Old Mr. Smith that you're in Gills City. I want to ask you for a favor." Cameron Theodore had returned for a while and visited Old Mr. Smith today, only to receive a call from an old friend saying that his son was injured during a mission and now needed amputation. He didn't want to, and if it continued, his life would be at risk. A man in his fifties to sixties cried on the phone.
Cameron Theodore asked for the specifics, and coincidentally, Old Mr. Smith was present. He suggested letting Abigail try.
Abigail frowned slightly as she listened. "Go ahead."
