Clark's hands were trembling.
He suddenly realized that he might have been used as a tool from the very start.
"Sir Arthur." Clark's voice was hoarse, lacking his usual confidence: "I swear to God, I wasn't instructed by anyone. I only... only made a normal medical judgment based on the symptoms, but I assure you, the whole issue that escalated afterward was never my intention."
Arthur, hearing Clark's concession, finally stood upright before him: "I believe you, Dr. Clark. You are a smart man. The biggest flaw of smart people is that they trust their own judgments too much. Correspondingly, the greatest advantage of smart people is that they understand how to assess the situation."
He walked back to the couch and sat down again, no longer looking at Clark, but instead gazing out at the slowly brightening sky: "What if, by chance, Flora is innocent?"
Clark's breath paused.
