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Chapter 443 - Two Hundred and Ninety-Nine: Parting Ways to Meet Again (6)

Chapter 443: Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Nine: Parting Ways to Meet Again (6)

Mrs. Myem sat in her office, looking at Mrs. Jason before her. She put down the receiver and nodded, "You can already hear the baby’s heartbeat, it will certainly be a healthy child, congratulations to you."

"Thank you, ma’am," Shela’s face was filled with joy as she stood up. "Ma’am, when is the next time?"

"One month later, if you feel abdominal pain, you need to come over immediately."

"Yes, ma’am."

As she watched the young lady prepare to leave, Mrs. Myem glanced at the form in her hand, the next one being Mrs. Colin.

This made Mrs. Myem reminisce about the good old times, those were really nice days when the children were still small, not like now when they had all become wives.

.........

When Shela walked out of the office, she saw Margaret. As an acquaintance, she smiled and nodded to her friend, "You too today?"

"No, actually it was supposed to be the day before yesterday, but there were some things, so I postponed it by two days. You’re for today, right?" Margaret replied with a smile.

"Yeah, did Colin come with you? Where is he?" Shela glanced around.

"No, he’s very busy, but Malin and Faye have both come back; today it’s Malin accompanying me," Margaret said with a laugh.

"Malin, it’s been a long time," Shela sighed. "Your husband is busy, and so is mine, so today it’s my brother accompanying me... Ah, brother," she said with a smile, looking behind Margaret.

Margaret turned around upon hearing this and noticed the young noble standing in the hallway, taking off his hat, "Hello, Mrs. Colin."

"Don’t be so formal, just call me Margaret." She said this, then heard Mrs. Myem call out, and gestured with the hem of her dress before walking into the old lady’s office.

And Shela walked to her brother, "Brother, you’ve worked hard, accompanying me again."

"It’s nothing," her brother said with a smile.

Shela felt her brother’s voice was a bit hoarse, "Brother, your throat, have you caught a cold? It doesn’t sound right."

"It’s fine, let’s go," her brother said, gesturing to his sister to loop her arm through his.

Shela did so with a smile.

Her brother took her to the entrance of the corridor, where they just happened to see Malin holding a bag of fruit, who also saw them, "Good afternoon, both of you."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malin." Shela responded with a smile to the young man before her, while feeling slightly regretful inside – Mr. Malin was still so short. Why would Faye like such a short boy?

Perhaps it was just a matter of taste.

This she thought, while also hearing her brother’s voice, "Hello, Malin, how is our second phase of cooperation going?"

"Not bad, the trade is always pleasant. Speaking of which, Jason has been quite busy?" Malin came forward, taking an apple out of his bag, "Have one. They’re grown on the farm outside the northern wall, try it, it’s very sweet."

"Thank you." Shela sincerely expressed her gratitude. She had only heard of these apples; the Druids usually distributed such fruits internally, and to get one was indeed a matter of prestige, for after all, Druids were impervious to flattery and gave people things based solely on their feelings, "By the way, Margaret has already gone in, you should wait outside."

"Yes, and Mr. Mischael, I hope we can continue to have pleasant dealings in the future." Malin climbed the steps, extending his hand.

Shela saw her brother extend his hand as well, and they shook hands.

"I’ll be going now," Malin said.

And Shela was led down the stairs by her brother. In the hall, she noticed that her brother’s arm, which she had looped through, was tightly clenched in a fist.

"Brother," Shela raised her head and saw a pair of golden vertical pupils.

Confused, Shela rubbed her eyes, and when she looked again, she found herself staring back into his deep blue eyes.

Her brother’s eyes... she must have seen wrong.

With this doubt, Shela smiled awkwardly, "Brother, when will you find me a sister?"

Her question was met with her brother’s indulgent smile as he ruffled Shela’s hair, "Stop messing around, brother wants to enjoy a few more good years."

Passing through the gate and stepping into the sunlight, Shela looked toward her family’s carriage and saw her coachman driving the horses toward her.

Another peaceful day, huh, Shela.

.........

Malin watched Mr. Mischael get into the carriage with his sister, watched the carriage leave the hospital, and finally disappear into the distance down the street. When the carriage was blocked from view by buildings, Malin raised his hand.

On his hand were extremely tiny black spots.

Mr. Mischael, what’s going on with you?

Malin didn’t feel the traces of Chaos on Mischael’s body, but why did his hand show signs of contamination after shaking hands with him?

At that moment, a tender twig of the World Tree emerged from Malin’s sleeve, forcibly removing the black dead flesh from the palm of his hand, after which Malin patted himself to treat the minor wound.

The dead flesh ignited under Malin’s gaze, eventually turning into ash.

There’s a problem, Malin.

Thinking this, Malin turned to Margaret, who had just exited the office. In that moment, the confusion and bewilderment on his face vanished without a trace, and he reached out his hand to Margaret.

"Let’s go."

"Hmm."

Find an opportunity for those youngsters to investigate. If Malin’s hand has been corrupted by Chaos, the other party must have been corrupted as well. In that case, let the little ones check if there’s a bandage wrapped around Mischael’s hand.

If there is, don’t hesitate, report it to the authorities immediately.

.........

As he watched his sister leave, Mischael glanced at his own hand.

In the center of his palm was flesh that was already charred and stinking—had Malin’s power become so terrifyingly strong?

For the first time, doubt and perplexity seeped into Mischael’s heart. He used a small knife to remove the rotten flesh and then watched it turn to ash in the flames.

Would Malin suspect me?

Mischael pondered this question.

He ultimately chose to stop thinking—let Fate decide. His acting was flawless, so he shouldn’t attract too much suspicion.

Because if he sensed something amiss, he could have voiced a warning back at the hospital run by the Benevolent Church.

Mischael leaned back in his chair, extending his hand to pull a book from beneath the carriage door—stay calm, don’t frighten yourself.

Malin would certainly send his subordinates to confirm. Remember, Mischael, you are innocent.

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