“Do you know what’s going on?” Claire asks Voltaire who’s now driving her to the hospital. She was contemplating for a while whether to ask or not. Eventually, her curiosity got the best of her. Voltaire and her interacts in a civil manner. They’re not that close for her to pry, she know that but this guy is the only source she has. She can get first hand info from him. If she’s lucky.
Voltaire casted her a questioning look but didn’t bother opening his mouth to even ask.
“It’s just that,” she continued, “he looked pretty disturbed. He’s adamant of not letting me go without him tagging along.” She rolled her eyes when the butler showed a smile but quickly suppressed it, hiding with an obvious fake coughing. “Then some messages came in and he looked…” she paused, remembering the look on
