[Margaret's Perspective]
The torrential rain had poured down all night, and both Donald and I hadn't slept at all—or to put it plainly, it was a sleepless night in the Royal City.
Because of the rainstorm, many werewolf residences on the outskirts of the Royal City had collapsed, as well as localized flood disasters occurring; Donald had barely closed his eyes as he busied himself handling all sorts of official matters and remotely directing ministers to rescue the werewolves.
I watched the faint red blood vessels in the whites of his eyes with a tinge of heartache, but there wasn't much I could do to help him besides brewing coffee, staying by his side, not going anywhere.
"I understand, stay there and continue to pacify the people, don't give opportunists any chances, understand? I will ask the Lycan Medical School to send assistance as soon as possible, you all keep a close watch on the situation there."