Andrew Shaw watched her expression, his heart pounding with anxiety.
He was telling the complete truth, without a single lie this time.
But he couldn't give specific times, and he was afraid she wouldn't believe him, thinking he was just making excuses.
'What is this woman thinking? I can't guess at all. If she doesn't believe me, she might not say anything, but she'll definitely be plotting how to deal with me. When that time comes, my cries for help will fall on deaf ears.'
At this thought, he grew so anxious he was practically pulling his hair out, frantically trying to figure out what he could say to convince her he was telling the truth.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. 'Should I offer to let her give me one of those weird pills again? Then she could ask me the same questions.'
'When she gets the same answers I'm giving now...'
'...then she'll naturally know that I'm telling the truth and haven't lied to her.'
'She'll have to believe me then.'
