My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 563

Isabella pressed her lips together, but Cynthia couldn’t hold back her anxiety. “Mr. Lane, you can’t let her fool you. She’s faking it, I swear.”

“Let it go.”

Isabella gently took Cynthia’s hand, offering a calm smile. “It’s fine, Andrew. Why don’t you take her to the hospital? We’ll head back for now.”

Andrew’s eyes softened a little. He reached out to ruffle Isabella’s hair. “I’ll come back and check on you later.”

Isabella nodded. “Alright.”

“Mr. Lane, no, you can’t take her!” Cynthia’s voice rose, shrill and agitated. “We can take her ourselves. You don’t need to go.”

Cynthia’s outburst was so piercing that it cut through the fog in Emily’s mind for a moment. She blinked, clarity returning as she caught snippets of their conversation. With a soft, disdainful click of her tongue, she shook off Andrew’s hand and stepped back.

Bracing herself against the wall, Emily steadied her breathing and said, “Don’t bother. I can go on my own.”

Andrew’s brow furrowed as he caught her wrist. “What are you playing at?”

Emily closed her eyes and yanked her hand free. “I can handle it myself.”

She didn’t look at him again, just pushed off the wall and took a few shaky steps away.

Andrew’s voice came from behind, cold and unyielding. “Who drugged you?”

Emily paused but didn’t turn around. “You already know, don’t you?”

His tone was icy. “Impossible.”

She let out a short, bitter laugh. “You saw it with your own eyes.”

“So what?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Cynthia listened in total confusion, unable to make sense of any of it. But Isabella felt a sudden tightness in her chest—a gnawing sense of dread.

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