CHAPTER 67

Paul's expression made Claire think she was in serious trouble. She reached for the file he held up, her hands shaking.

"No need." Paul took a sheet of paper out of the big brown envelope. "The lab says there is nothing wrong with you."

Axel furrowed his brows. "Why did she pass out severally, then?"

Paul cocked his head at Claire. "Same thing I would like to ask her."

Claire looked from one to the other. "What are you insinuating, Paul? That I faked the passing out? What, did I fake the fever too?"

He chuckled. "No one is accusing you of anything, Claire. You're not such a convincing liar."

Claire did not know whether to feel relieved or insulted. "So why are the tests saying there is nothing wrong with me?"

Paul pulled out another sheet of paper. "Well, you do seem to have a little dehydration, your blood count is a little low, nothing too serious."

"Any infection?" Axel asked.

"Oh Lord, when does it end?" She mumbled under her breath.

"What was that, young lady?" Axel scolwed at he