Sydney Sawyer didn't dare to look at him, but everyone else in the reception room did.
He was dressed in a shirt and slacks, with thin-rimmed glasses. Every move he made was refined and graceful. At a glance, he looked like a respectable, cultured gentleman.
Edwin Sawyer hadn't expected to run into Sebastian Lockwood either.
After all, he was the one who had thrown the punch, and on top of that, he was wearing his pajamas. It was hardly a dignified look. He feigned rubbing his chest and didn't take the initiative to say hello.
"Are you a doctor?" Gordon Dillon didn't recognize him and thought he'd found a savior.
"Please, examine my injuries. Look at my face! He's the one who hit me. This has to be enough for a minor assault charge, right?"
The police officer naturally had to verify his identity, so Sebastian Lockwood stated that he worked at Municipal First Hospital, giving his department and position.
