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"Yeah! He gave it to me when I was feeling cold," I replied, observing him nod and turn his head to the other side. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but I figured it might be because he was still unwell.
I occupied the passenger seat of the car, glancing at Atticus, who gazed beside me. He appeared pale and weary, and I couldn't help but worry about him. They mentioned he had been poisoned, but I'm certain I had nothing to do with it.
Could it be... there was only one name that crossed my mind, someone who could be wicked enough to do something like this. However, I've never seen him working in the kitchen.
"Are you feeling any better?" I inquired, my voice filled with concern, as he hadn't spoken for quite a while.
"Not really. I just want to get home and lie down," Atti
