Chapter 757

Late at night, the square in Laventon lay eerily silent and deserted. The foreigner who had been with Maeve abruptly withdrew his hand. "Ms. Scott, I didn't mean any harm! Please, don't tell Zion about this!" he pleaded. Maeve responded, "I know you didn't mean any trouble. If it weren't for you, I'd still be stuck inside." As she stepped out of the lounge earlier, Maeve spotted Wilfred lingering nearby. His foreign appearance was unmistakable, though his accent had shifted from a strong dialect to standard Helarian. "Where's Zion? Is he here?" Maeve asked. Wilfred grumbled, "He's definitely here. As soon as he heard you were in trouble, he rushed over. "But he didn't come alone—he dragged me along too! I had to reschedule several surgeries. Ms. Scott, you owe me for this!" Hearing that Zion was in Laventon, a sense of anxiousness washed over Maeve. Her concern for Zion quickly overshadowed her worries about Wilfred's complaints. She grabbed his arm and stated, "Where