Chapter 450: Her Excessive worry
Pope Claudius handed a small towel to Angelica so she could wipe the sweat from her face. He offered her a warm smile, his eyes filled with pride as she gratefully accepted the towel. After dabbing her face once, she let out a soft sigh.
"I thought I could pass this level today, but it looks like I was too optimistic," she said, glancing toward the training platform.
"Don’t be too hard on yourself. For someone who could barely walk not long ago, this is already far beyond my expectations," Pope Claudius replied with a smile.
Angelica continued to wipe her face and neck until the pope spoke again.
"It seems something happened in the Caritas city."
Angelica froze. Her expression quickly turned to worry.
"What happened, Father? Is he alright?"
The pope sighed. "Look at you—the first question you ask is about his well-being, not anyone else’s. Poor people, you don’t even spare a thought for them. Are you already—"
"Father!"
"Hahaha." Angelica blushed as the pope laughed. He truly enjoyed teasing this woman, whom he had long considered his daughter.
Since Aldrian left, she often asked about his situation and well-being. She sought out any news related to him, which made Pope Claudius sigh, she had never shown this much concern for anyone else, not even close, the way she did for Aldrian. Well, except him of course.