Rosalie didn't know what Wolcott was thinking. She coquettishly said, "There's nothing I can do about it, who knew that bird was my son being deceived by the bird dealer, as its mother, apologizing to it is the least I could do."
Wolcott heaved a sigh, guiding Rosalie to sit down at the table.
Thankfully, although the medicine box was toppled over.
Yet the iodine and cotton that had just been used to apply medicine to Jodelle were still on the table, so they could barely be used to treat Rosalie.
Wolcott instructed the doctor to continue applying medicine to Rosalie.
Having just watched such an awkward scene, the doctor had been doing his best to maintain a low profile.
Upon hearing Wolcott's words, he quickly stepped forward.
Rosalie glanced at the Hermes bag on the chair, the scarf's color was immediately recognizable as one Jodelle favored.
Jodelle had always had a liking for such boring and dull colors.
A flash of obsession came over
