Mildred was panicking. Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. She stared down at the broken pieces of the figurine, knowing that her life was hanging by a very thin, very fragile thread. She had tried to frame the Lady, and she had failed completely.
Standing a few feet away from her, the head physician was also calculating her next move. However, Brie was not panicking like her young assistant.
Brie thought to herself, a very confident, hidden smirk plastering on her face. She forced her racing heart to calm down.
"When the General arrives, he will definitely be on my side," Brie reasoned in her mind. Her internal voice was full of proud arrogance and deep self-assurance.
She looked at her own white medical apron. She thought about her long history at the military camp.
