Fiona advised kindly: "Mr. Wheatstone, if there were fairness and justice in Britain, would you still need to spend a lot of money on lawyers?"
Before a string of curses could leave Wheatstone's mouth, Fiona's words stuck in his throat. His face turned red as he struggled for a while before finally deflating under the harsh reality.
"If I could go back in time, I shouldn't have been greedy about the financial benefits of inventing the phonograph. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have interacted with you so much. If I hadn't interacted so much with you, I wouldn't have been forced into making a report at the Royal Society and certainly wouldn't have been kidnapped to Germany. I could have peacefully run my small music shop, living a life that, while not affluent, was happy, simple, noble, and humble..."
