However, in just an instant, her expression returned to its usual piteous look, and she said in a weak voice,
"Brother Lucas, I know a divine doctor. I think maybe she can help you."
Lucas Moreau turned his head to look at her and asked, "What kind of divine doctor is she? She'd better not be a fraud."
"She's not a fraud. She's really amazing." Victoire Wentworth took out her phone and called Miss Delaney, whom she had met yesterday. However, the phone, which had been working fine yesterday, couldn't get through no matter how many times she tried. Under Lucas Moreau's expectant gaze, Victoire Wentworth gradually became flustered.
As the continuous reminder tones came from the phone, Lucas Moreau's face grew increasingly gloomy. Just when he could no longer bear it and was about to lea
