“Have you experienced stomach aches after leaving here last time?” Lily suddenly asked.
Puzzled, Fred shook his head. “No.”
Then he caught himself and roared, “That’s none of your business! Where is the antidote, damn it?!”
“You have no more stomachache or diarrhea. You also don’t feel so nauseous now, right? You’re just a bit dizzy, and your legs feel weak occasionally, correct?”
Confused by her questions, Fred pondered seriously. Although he hated himself for answering her, he couldn’t help it, “Yes, I think you’re right!”
After he finished answering, Lily stopped asking questions and just smiled.
However, her smile alarmed Fred. “Stop smiling, okay? I’m asking about the antidote, you—”
“Look at the way you talk. You don’t look poisoned, do you?” Lily said meaningfully.
“What the…” He pinched his stomach, then palmed and knocked on his chest. Indeed, he was feeling much better than before. Although Fred was relieved, he was also infuriated.
His eyes widened as he pointed at Lily, yelling, “You little shit! You never poisoned me!”
Fred steadied himself. He was still upset, even though his anger had diminished due to fear just now. “If you didn’t poison me, why did the doctor say you did?”
‘Did she conspire with the doctor?’
He wondered briefly but knew it was unlikely. He had returned to Yudonia to see the doctor who had treated him for years. Moreover, the doctor in the embassy also told him the same thing.
“Sometimes outward appearance can be misleading,” Lily said casually, “On the surface, some might seem poisoned but aren’t. Others might look like patriots but are just downright traitors, right?”
Fred knew she was mocking him. He also realized the symptoms had misled the doctors.
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