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    Naturally, once he finished, he tacked on a self-defense. “He said I was getting better. I wanted to be honest with you, but I felt guilty—like I’d tricked you. And if he had figured it out before you did, I was scared you’d be upset, so I kept acting like I didn’t know any better.”


    “Alright.” Freya gave a small nod. “It’s behind us now. No need to dwell on it.”


    It exined why Ellis had kept reminding her to watch the little things. It made sense now—Kristian had been faking it all this time without a single misstep, which was why Ellis hadn’te out and told her directly. No one could treat a suspicion as if it were fact.


    A flicker of emotion stirred in Kristian’s eyes. He’d admitted everything—yet Freya didn’t resent Ellis for keeping her in the dark?


    “You’re still recovering from a fever—take it easy for a while,” Freya said gently. “I’ll check in with Lawrence about the meeting tomorrow.”


    “Alright,” Kristian replied, unusually well-behaved.


    As soon as Freya disappeared into the study, he pulled out his phone and fired off a quick message to Lawrence. “I told Freya my brain’s stuck at seventeen. We’ll see you tomorrow—don’t let anything slip.”


    Lawrence narrowed his eyes.


    He frowned. “Weren’t you the one who said to keep it quiet?”


    Kristian replied, “Lying’s not good. She hates it when I lie.”


    Lawrence was at a loss for words. As if iming to be seventeen hadn’t been a lie in itself.


    Just as he typed, another message from Kristian popped up. “Or just say no to meeting her. She’ll reach out soon—have an excuse ready.” Things would turn out best if Freya just didn’t bring him to Lawrence. If she brought Kristian to see Lawrence, there was a real risk she’d notice something wasn’t right.


    With his response sent, Lawrence stayed seated in his medical facility, letting out a long, weary breath.


    Knowing Freya, once she caught wind of Kristian’s cognitive recovery, she’d march in with a barrage of questions—starting with why he’d kept the test results from her.


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    He’d promised to keep her informed about Kristian’s condition whenever there was an update.


    But lying to her again didn’t sit right.


    He’d already pulled one stunt behind her back—doing it twice would burn any chance of getting her help if things took a turn.


    With that in mind, he powered off his phone and reserved a flight out of the country. This wasn’t just about dodging a confrontation—he genuinely needed to dig into theplexities of Kristian’s case at an overseas medical base.


    Leaving now felt like the only move that made sense.


    He gathered a few essentials, quietly slipped out of the base, and disappeared.


    Meanwhile, Freya remained unaware of his departure. Seated in the study, she hesitated to reach out to Lawrence, her mind tangled with thoughts of Kristian.


    Over the past two days, a troubling realization had taken root—Kristian’s performance bordered on award-winning.


    Not once had she caught a flicker of inconsistency in his tone, demeanor, or expression; his facade had been wless.


    Looking back now, it felt increasingly likely that Ellis had nudged Kristian into copying out a thin book earlier in the day, all with the intent of letting her stumble across his handwriting.


    After all, the hand of a grown man stood out starkly against the scrawl of a child.


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