My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 566

A sudden wave of unease washed over Isabella Austin.

She couldn't make sense of Andrew Lane’s attitude anymore. Was he blaming her? Did he suspect her?

What shocked her most was that Andrew, who used to be firmly on her side, hadn’t defended her right away.

Thinking it through, Isabella realized Andrew probably did doubt her now.

And all because of Emily Blair.

She twisted her fingers together. “I… I’m not sure. Maybe Emily just made a mistake. Maybe it wasn’t the water at all.”

Andrew opened his eyes and looked at her, his dark gaze unreadable.

“Let’s go to the hospital first.”

Isabella’s fingers curled tighter, but she nodded. “Alright. We should check on Emily anyway.”

She forced a smile. “But… we don’t even know which hospital she went to.”

Andrew didn’t hesitate before naming a hospital.

Isabella blinked in surprise. “How did you know?”

His tone was cold. “It’s the closest one to the bar. Tristan Davis was in a hurry—he would’ve taken her there.”

“Oh,” Isabella managed.

Tristan had arranged a private room for Emily at the hospital. The place was quiet, with only the occasional sounds of Tristan coming and going, fussing over her.

Emily lay in bed, an IV drip taped to her hand, watching as Tristan filled her glass with fresh water and checked the monitor with that ever-scowling face. She mustered a crooked smile.

“Could you lose the look, please? I’m not dying, you know.”

At the mention of the word, Tristan’s scowl deepened, and he glared at her. “Don’t you say that!”

Tristan knew she was faking it, but he couldn’t help feeling a pang of concern. He finally let it drop.

“From now on, you’re not going to any bars alone, got it? If you want to go out, you take me with you. And if I can’t go, you stay home. End of story.”

Emily groaned in mock annoyance. “Alright, alright, you worrywart.”

Tristan shot her a withering look and sat down at the edge of the bed, his frown not budging.

“Any idea who drugged you tonight?”

Emily arched an eyebrow. “Actually, yeah.”

Tristan eyed her closely. “You know who did it?”

She paused, thoughtful. “I do.”