Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Diana's expression remained cold and serious.

"Do you know how dangerous it is outside now? You killed the Wolverine, do you think Carol will let it go?"

"I only see patients for half a day during daylight. Unless Carol goes crazy and wants to have a confrontation with the Harriman family earlier, it shouldn't be a problem for someone to come and kill me in broad daylight," Charlotte calmly replied.

"I know you will protect me."

"I..." Diana was momentarily speechless.

It sounded like a plea for protection, but why did it sound so tough when it came out of his mouth?

"Let's eat," Diana said, getting up and walking towards the dining table.

"Okay." Charlotte quickly took a couple of steps and pulled out the chair for Diana, letting her sit down.

Diana glanced at him in surprise. This guy was quite a gentleman.

Dinner was quite good. The appetizer was foie gras with cream soup, the main course was pan-fried steak, and it was served with a small piece of bread.

The refined eating style of the upper class was characterized by small portions.

Diana elegantly put down her knife and fork, ending the dinner.

Charlotte held his knife and fork, looking at the empty plate in front of him, feeling like he had just started but it was already over.

The most obvious change brought about by the increase in strength and physical fitness was his increased appetite.

"Haven't you eaten enough?" Diana looked at Charlotte, a little surprised.

"Yes." Charlotte nodded. He couldn't let his stomach suffer for the sake of appearances.

"Agatha, bring him some more," Diana instructed.

"Yes, Miss," Agatha replied with a smile and left.

"Are you close to Ruth from Amman Street?" Diana suddenly asked.

Charlotte was taken aback by the question and wondered, "Is this something I need to report to you?"

"I'm just concerned about how it might affect our plans."

"She sees me for medical treatment, and I go to watch her dance. I guess we're acquainted," Charlotte nodded.

"Just watching the dance? Nothing else?" Diana scrutinized him.

"I heard that there have been many stories of love and hate, heroes saving damsels, and beautiful women saving heroes between you two."

"Did someone give you the latest plot of 'My Misadventures in Amman Street' as intelligence?" Charlotte facepalmed.

Damn it!

I, Charlotte, vow to have nothing to do with the comic author!

"I heard it from a friend," Diana's gaze dodged a little.

Charlotte stared at her for a while and said, "You should have less contact with this kind of inappropriate friend in the future."

"But why do you know so much? Could it be..." Diana's eyes widened as if she had discovered a new continent, "You read your self-indulgent manga?!"

"Nonsense, no, that's impossible!" Charlotte panicked. If he admitted it, it would be a scene of social death!

"I heard it from a friend too," Charlotte said with a hint of guilt.

"You should have less contact with this kind of inappropriate friends in the future," Diana said solemnly.

"Yes, absolutely, you're right," Charlotte nodded, almost choked by the retort.

Agatha came in carrying a large steak and a duck leg, relieving the awkward atmosphere.

Charlotte picked up the same duck leg that Vivian had waved in front of him during breakfast and took a bite.

The rich aroma of the meat-filled his mouth as the marinade was perfectly infused into the duck meat.

The tender and delicious flavors burst on his tongue, becoming more fragrant with each chew. He couldn't stop.

Vivian did have some food appreciation ability; this braised duck leg was indeed excellent.

Mouthful after mouthful, the duck leg, half the size of his face, quickly disappeared into Charlotte's stomach.

"Is it really that delicious? Why are you enjoying it so much?" Even Diana, who was already full, couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Charlotte put down the bone he was gnawing on, looked up at Diana, and smiled. "The taste is really good, but this hearty way of eating might not suit your elegant posture."

When it comes to duck legs, you have to hold them and gnaw them to fully enjoy the flavor. Using a knife and fork just doesn't make it as tasty.

"Miss, would you like to have some?" Agatha asked softly.

Diana glanced at Charlotte, who had oily hands and lips and shook her head decisively. "I'm already full."

Agatha nodded obediently and stepped aside.

Charlotte proceeded to eat a large piece of steak, feeling a great sense of satisfaction in his stomach.

His appetite could rival that of four Dianas.

"Are you eating too much?" Charlotte looked at Diana's expression.

"This little bit of food won't make me poor," Diana saw through Charlotte's thoughts in an instant and turned to go upstairs.

Charlotte felt relieved and decided to go for a walk outside to digest.

Agatha followed Diana upstairs, preparing to assist her mistress in changing clothes.

"Get me a duck leg and hide it. Don't let anyone else know," Diana whispered as she walked past the corner of the stairs.