Claire Wentworth was silent for a moment. She clearly had already received it in her previous life, yet she still insisted on taking it. A tinge of grievance welled up in her eyes as she softly said,
"I made a mistake. I meant to call 'teacher'."
Gaston Leroux saw her looking aggrieved, and somehow, a twinge of pity unexpectedly surged in his heart. His gaze softened slightly as he said,
"Work hard. As long as you perform well, I'll accept you as my disciple."
"Really?" Claire's eyes lit up.
Then she reached out and touched the medicine in her handbag that was prepared for Madame Thompson. She suddenly had the urge to show it off. But there were too many people around, so it wasn't appropriate. She could only regretfully withdraw her hand.
"Go and have fun."
Professor Moreau didn't
