A Beauty With Multiple Masks

“What happened?” Norma’s brows knitted together as she gazed at the anxious-looking Morse.

The man, unbothered about Arielle’s presence, went straight to the point. “Something doesn’t look right about that child. He‘s vomiting all of a sudden…”

Before Morse could finish his sentence, Norma hurried off.

Child? Could it be that child?

A line deepened between Arielle’s brows, and she quickly followed behind them.

“Norma, how did the child get sick again while under your care?” Torsten probed in dissatisfaction upon catching sight of her.

Faced with his interrogation, Norma flew into a rage at once.

I’m here to conduct experiments, not to take care of the children. Never mind that he put those children under my care, but I’m also a woman who hasn’t gotten married and never gave birth to kids before!

How can he possibly find fault with me now that something has gone wrong?

I’m also here for research and experiments. It isn’t my responsibility to take care of the children. Can you not push the blame on me whenever something happens?”

a pang of

most important

quarreling here instead of saving

just managed to get in there and had yet laid her hands on any evidence. It was little wonder why she would be worried

doing now?” Arielle asked softly. “Have you guys found out

cut the

doctor who came yesterday?” Torsten turned to look at

politely nodded. “Yes, I

before turning to Norma and uttered, “Let’s go

finished his sentence, he proceeded forward into

about that child, not only because she liked him, but more importantly, his vital signs were a right fit for their experiment,

closer to the door, she heard

but she tried her best

felt a little rattled as the sight of the obedient and adorable child becoming sickly came within his vision. He

wanted to give the child an examination personally. But after