A trace of panic flashed in Naomi's eyes, her face turning even paler. "I..."
"Miss Sweeney, could it be that you're seasick?" Cynthia suddenly spoke up.
Naomi, upon hearing this, revealed a glint of darkness in her eyes. Yes, if she pretended to feel unwell and fainted at this moment, the current predicament might be easily resolved. Just as she was about to feign a sudden collapse, Cynthia spoke again, "I have seasickness medicine in my room. Miss Sweeney, if you need it, I can get it for you."
The words Naomi was about to utter got stuck in her throat. Her body stiffened, momentarily unsure of what to do. She clenched her teeth almost to the point of shattering them, and her sharp nails dug fiercely into her palms. However, she was like a mute unable to speak at this moment. The police were present, and any move she made might arouse suspicion. So, she had no choice but to endure it.