Chapter 12 Vacating the Guest Room

In the end, he discovered it. I had believed that I had hidden my medical report and related documents where he wouldn't find them, but it seemed he had located them after all. "I didn't check that," I mumbled, avoiding eye contact with him, trying to conceal my guilt. He summoned one of the maids to bring him the medical report. "This isn't yours?" My name was clearly printed on the report, and I had no excuse. Still, I attempted to lie, stammering, "Th-this isn't mine..." What else could I say? Should I claim that there was a mistake in the name on the report, that it belonged to someone else entirely? My arm injury had nothing to do with my stomach. However, Aaron was not easily fooled, and my suspicious response only fueled his doubt. He wasn't the type to give up easily; he would investigate further if needed. "Your name is written on it," he pointed out, pushing the report in front of my face. "Why did you place this in my study?" he demanded, frustration evident in his