Everything the Little President and his wife had endured—the injustice, anger, grievances, pain...
For the two men here, it had taken less than ten seconds, and nobody cared.
Lin Qi said he was not doing this for the Little President either. He only hoped Conner would stop getting himself into similar trouble.
Abortion surgery was extremely dangerous in this era. People could die.
As long as nobody died, everything was easy to resolve. Even death could be used as a bargaining chip to buy silence.
But once someone actually died, uncontrollable problems could easily arise. It was strange and complicated, especially when someone died on the operating table.
Death was death, but dying somewhere no one discovered and dying in an operating room were two entirely different matters.
Conner looked at Lin Qi and thought for a while. "During the New Year celebrations this year, I'll publicly invite you and Catherine to the Presidential Palace for a meal. What do you think?"
Some of the Presidential Palace's schedule was made public. For example, the President would receive visitors from various regions, though the number of visitors each month was very small. Sometimes, there might only be one or two people over the course of two or three months.
But at least he did it, and it was announced publicly.
An invitation to dine at the Presidential Palace could also be made public.
Conner wanted to "repay" Lin Qi. Without a doubt, building momentum for Catherine would be the best repayment he could offer Lin Qi.
Lin Qi thought about it, then agreed. "Which day?"
"The first day of the new year. I'll have work to do on New Year's Day..."
He needed to keep vigil at the Presidential Palace and send New Year's greetings to everyone in the Federation. The