110: Plan Ahead

Fenella’s POV The doctor then drove us back to the dorm using an ambulance without sirens. He dropped us off in front of my dormitory. After expressing many thanks, I entered the house with limp steps supported by Laird. The house was still quiet. The front lights were still off, and the door was still locked. It seemed like Amy and the other girls had gone out for dinner as usual. "Where did you fall?" Laird asked after helping me sit on the edge of the bed. "Uh, that, um... I fell on the stairs. I was feeling very weak earlier, and I accidentally slipped in a puddle of water." There was a momentary pause as I tried to come up with an excuse to lie. "You're not good at acting; you know that, right?" He snorted with his usual crooked smile. "I'm serious," I insisted, although I felt my heart pounding faster. He sighed heavily and ignored me. He seemed to know but didn't press the matter anymore. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and he immediately went out to open the door. I opened my bag,