Chapter 871 - 870

Chapter 871: Chapter 870

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Keira stared at them, momentarily stunned.

She quickly put on a nervous expression, mentally going over the conversation that had just taken place.

Nothing seemed off.

So, they were trying to catch her in a lie?

Feigning panic, she stammered, "I swear, I’m telling the truth! Solomon must’ve just misremembered... Where is he? I need to see him!"

The nurse and the soldier immediately grew serious, scrutinizing her closely.

Keira kept up the frightened act, meeting their gazes with uncertainty.

Then, out of nowhere, the nurse asked, "Before you got to the island, what was the last meal you ate?"

Keira pressed her lips together.

That was a tricky question. She and Lewis hadn’t rehearsed their answers, but she couldn’t afford to hesitate. She had to respond immediately.

"Before we got to the island, we were hiding on the boat. There wasn’t much to eat—just some bread."

It was the most logical answer.

But the nurse wasn’t done. "What about before that? Back in Country T, what was the last meal you had before you got on the boat?"

Keira furrowed her brows as if trying to recall. "Let me think..."

These questions were getting harder.

One wrong answer, and they’d be exposed.

If that happened, their only option would be to reveal their identities to survive. But if she was caught sneaking back to the South family, she’d lose her position as an heir and be locked away for good.

Taking a calculated risk, she answered, "We had rice and crab. I love crab..."

She and Lewis had gone over the details of their supposed trip before, anticipating trouble. They had prepared.

As she processed this, the nurse fired another question at her. "What color was the outfit you were wearing that day?"

Keira hesitated briefly. "Red."

"And your boyfriend?"

"White button-up."

The nurse nodded. "The rice—was it plain, or was it a mix of two colors?"

Keira froze for half a second.

She hadn’t even thought about that detail.

That was the problem with answering questions about something you hadn’t actually experienced. The finer points always tripped you up.

Under the blanket, her fingers curled slightly as she felt a hint of nervousness creeping in. She locked eyes with the nurse and slowly answered, "Two colors."

Rice in Country T was typically prepared in two ways—single-color or mixed. There was a fifty-fifty chance she’d guess correctly.

So she bet on it.

She watched the nurse and the soldier closely, trying to gauge their reaction.

The nurse studied her for a long moment before suddenly chuckling. "Well, everything you’ve said checks out. We’ll take your word for it."

Keira blinked. Had she actually guessed right?

Just as she was processing this, the nurse added, "Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was a bit of a problem. He didn’t answer any of these questions. It was all on you. If you’d hesitated even a little, we would’ve assumed you were both lying."

Keira’s heart skipped. "What happened to Solomon?"

The nurse cleared her throat. "He hit his head in the water. Apparently, he has amnesia."

Keira stared at her, silent for a beat.

Of course. Lewis was faking it.

There were too many details to keep track of. They had been separated, so there was no way to coordinate their answers. Faking memory loss was the perfect way to cover up inconsistencies.

That man had been through too much—dealing with criminals, fighting off pirates. His instincts were sharper than hers... if only by a little.

Keira mentally gave Lewis some credit before looking back at the nurse. "Can I see him?"

The nurse coughed lightly. "You can, but only for a bit. You won’t be sharing a room."

Keira frowned. "Why not?"

The nurse shot her a sympathetic look. "Uh, we have separate rooms for men and women here. I’ll take you to him."

Keira threw off the blanket and got out of bed, following the nurse.

She didn’t understand why the nurse looked at her with such pity. When she’d been answering those questions, even in the tensest moments, the nurse had remained expressionless.

Did Lewis’s little act backfire?

Or was something else going on?

Keira quickened her pace, suddenly uneasy.

The men’s ward was in a different building, and when she reached it, she immediately noticed something odd. Security was tighter here, noticeably more so than in the women’s ward.

Was it because men were physically stronger, making them more of an escape risk?