Having been in contact with Kelsi for a long time, these people were naturally close to her.
Hearing her question, everyone told her what had happened.
Kelsi looked at me with an unconcealable smile on her face, saying to me in the local dialect, "People in this town are clean and simple. How can you act the same way as you did in City Y? You are a discredit here."
"He gave me the key."
I defended myself.
Kelsi surely wasn't convinced as well, saying, "Even if you are lying, you have to make up convincing lies. Everyone knows that you and I are both kept outside here. He probably doesn't even know that you are here. How would he give you the key?"
As Kelsi spoke, she had a smug look in her eyes.
Sure enough, after she finished her words, the ones around her said, "We rarely see outsiders here. And it has always been a safe place here. Police, please take her back and interrogate her thoroughly."
"Yes. If she is indeed a thief, make her leave quickly. Someone like her won't be welcome here!"
"That's right!"
They all voiced their opinions one after another.
Without saying anything further, Kelsi stood there and listened to their words with a proud look on her face.
She waited to see me escorted to the police station.
I was a little anxious, saying, "I'm not a thief. He indeed gave me the key."
"Even if what you said is true, why did you come out so early in the morning?"
Someone asked.
Hearing such a question, I was stunned. Wondering how to answer it, I stood still in embarrassment.
If I told them that I did so to infuriate Kelsi, it would be too ridiculous.
The policeman said on the side, "Let's go back to the police station and talk."
"I... "
Feeling so anxious, I wondered how to explain for myself. Then I heard Kelsi shouting, "Patrick."
Hearing her shout Patrick's name in the vernacular language of City Y, everyone looked at her first and then followed her to look in the direction of the hospital.
I looked over as well.
Wearing a casual suit and walking out step by step with a crutch in his hands, Patrick was supported by two bodyguards.
Kelsi looked at Patrick with excitement all over her eyes.
As Kelsi stared at Patrick with excitement in her eyes, he walked out step by step and stood in front of me in the end.
Looking at the policeman standing beside me, he asked, "What happened?"
Obviously, it was the first time for the seniors around us to see Patrick. However, seeing the bodyguards' momentum, none of them spoke.
The police told Patrick the ins and outs.
Patrick looked at me with a calm expression, explaining to the police, "I asked the director for the key and gave it to her."
"What?"
On the side, Kelsi asked first.
She, who could no longer hold herself back, looked angry and jealousy.
Patrick looked at Kelsi and replied in the local language, "Do I need to explain to you, an outsider, why I gave the key to my fiancee?"
Hearing his words, everyone got his point.
The ones who had spoken up for Kelsi just now were all silent.
Because no one could tell who was lying.
Kelsi was anxious, saying, "When did she become your fiancee?"
"She has always been my fiancee."
Patrick said with certainty.
Clenching her fists tightly, Kelsi looked at me with an unreconciled look in her eyes.
But I said to her, "I knew long ago that your child wasn't his."
Kelsi didn't say a word.
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