From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 350

Ethan Carter didn’t bother hiding it anymore. He said, “The reason I rushed to the hospital that day was because someone drugged me.”

“Drugged you?” Lily George’s eyebrows shot up in shock.

He nodded, his voice grim. “Yeah. Some kind of—well, something that messes with your head, makes you lose control.”

Lily’s face flushed with anger. She nearly jumped out of her seat. “Who did this to you?”

Whoever dared drug Ethan Carter clearly had some twisted intentions.

Ethan glanced at her for a long moment, then finally said the name, slow and heavy: “Shirley Carter.”

The name dropped like a boulder. Lily’s face went pale, the words hitting her like a punch to the gut. For a second, she just stared, as if her mind had shut down.

After what felt like forever, she managed to croak out, “Who did you say?”

Maybe she didn’t want to believe it. Maybe she just couldn't.

Ethan repeated, this time enunciating every syllable: “Carter. Shirley.”

Lily’s vision swam. Her head buzzed, words caught in her throat.

Ethan’s eyes were dark and unreadable, his voice cold. “The car accident and Olivia’s early labor—they’re all connected to the drugging. I let her get away with some underhanded tricks before, mostly for your sake. But this time? I can’t just let it slide.”

His tone was hard, no room for negotiation. He was here to inform Lily, not ask her permission.

She got it.

Steadying herself, Lily’s eyes filled with tears—equal parts anger and heartbreak. “How could she do something like this?”

Drugging someone was already disgraceful enough.

But to do it to her own nephew?

She’d risked Ethan’s life. And Olivia’s, too.

One slip, one bit of bad luck, and things could’ve ended in tragedy.

Upstairs, in the bedroom, Adelina Lane was chatting with Olivia Bennett while Beatty played nearby.

Adelina had been holding little Carey, and finally set her down.

Olivia smiled as she played with Carey, holding up her tiny hands. Beatty’s eyes caught on something red around Olivia’s wrist.

She blinked and grinned. “Olivia, you have a friendship bracelet, too!”

Olivia glanced at her wrist, about to answer, but Beatty went on, “Ethan’s got one just like it—except his is black. Did you make them?”

Olivia laughed. “Yeah, I did. His is black, mine’s red.”

“They look awesome,” Beatty said admiringly.

Olivia smiled. “If you like, I can make you a prettier one next time—with all kinds of beads and charms.”

Beatty shook her head, giggling. “Nope! I like yours best.”