[Chapter Thirty-one]

Thwup- thwup- thwup…

Yui sat in the wheelchair was being pushed by Mia, arrived nearly late to meet and welcome the envoys to the place. Her notebook placed neatly on top of the blanket, that was given to them at the clinic, which was used to cover her feet. She was wheeled to where doctor Griffin was standing, whose hands were cast and is slung. The face of the doctor was very pale and there were still beads of sweat on his forehead despite the cool wind on the still rotating propeller of the landed aircraft. Director Allen threw a glance her way and averted it as it landed on her frame. Her gaze was attracted by the men, in full gear, jumping down with their guns drawn out and ready to shoot them.

"You are both late." The director stated firmly, his words came off more convincing despite the two of them being a few minutes from being late. The people behind remained silent and did not utter any words for them. Yui did not know why no one would refute the old man.