Vermouth came back to her senses and replied in Dr. Araide's voice, "It doesn't matter if Professor Agasa isn't there. Actually, I mainly came to see you—I heard your cold has kept recurring and has gotten worse recently. I think those symptoms are a little dangerous. It would be best to get checked at a large hospital with proper facilities."
To see a doctor here, people usually had to go to the appropriate clinic. Only if the clinic doctor felt unable to handle it would they write a referral and transfer the patient to a large hospital.
"I found a doctor I know and wanted him to examine you. But he'll be leaving on a business trip soon, and tonight is the only time he's free, so I hurriedly called you—I'll come pick you up now. You don't need to worry about Professor Agasa; I'll let him know later."
Haibara Ai listened quietly, then nodded. "All right, come over—although I don't like you making decisions on your own, it's pretty boring being home alone."
Hearing those less-than-polite words, Vermouth sneered inwardly. What an annoying child.
But as a famous actress, she naturally would not reveal her true feelings. She merely said in a gentle male voice, "All right, then it's settled. I'll head over now—there may be some traffic downtown at this hour, so I'll probably arrive in about an hour. Get ready."
After giving her instructions, Vermouth hung up.
She rose to her feet and looked at Sherry's solo photo in the wardrobe, marked with a blood-red "×." In her own voice, she softly added, "Prepare to die."
On the other end of the call.
"Haibara Ai" also stood up... then adjusted the wig on his head and spoke in the voice of a young boy.
—The real Haibara