My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 567

Tristan arched an eyebrow. “You knew?”

Emily blinked, wide-eyed.

The moment the drugging was mentioned, Tristan’s expression soured. “Do you know this person? Are they still at the bar?”

Emily hesitated for a moment. “Well… I guess you could say I know her. She’s not at the bar anymore.”

Tristan’s tone dropped, heavy with urgency. “Then we’d better hurry.”

Emily asked, “What are you planning to do?”

Tristan stood up, a cold sneer on his lips. “What do you think? I’m going to deal with that piece of trash. Wait too long and they’ll disappear.”

Emily absently touched her nose, her voice soft. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it myself.”

Tristan clicked his tongue in frustration and pushed her gently back onto the bed. “You’re sick. Rest, okay? No need to play the hero. Just tell me who drugged you. That’s all I need.”

Emily had barely opened her mouth to respond when a knock sounded at the door.

She quietly let out a breath of relief. “It’s probably a nurse. Could you get the door?”

But when the door opened, it wasn’t a nurse at all—it was Andrew Lane and Isabella Austin.

Emily’s brows twitched in surprise.

Tristan’s expression darkened as he leaned against the doorframe, blocking their way. His tone was careless, almost dismissive. “Can I help you?”

Isabella gave a gentle smile. “We just came to check on Emily. Is she alright?”

Tristan huffed a laugh. “She’s fine. Now that you’ve seen her, you should go. She needs to rest.”

The message was clear, and Isabella’s smile faltered. She glanced uneasily at Andrew.

Andrew, who stood nearly eye to eye with Tristan, let his dark gaze slide past Tristan’s shoulder and settle heavily on Emily.

Isabella approached softly, perching on the edge of the bed. “Emily, are you feeling any better?”

Emily stared at her, her gaze clear and cold. Her voice was quiet, but every word cut like ice. “If you hadn’t drugged me, I’d be perfectly fine—and I wouldn’t be in the hospital right now.”

The words hit the room like a thunderclap. Silence fell, heavy and absolute.

Isabella’s face went rigid for a moment. She forced a brittle laugh. “Emily, you’re really mistaken. I swear, I didn’t drug you. I honestly didn’t. You had some drinks tonight, you got a little drunk—maybe someone spiked one of them, but it wasn’t me…”

She reached for Emily’s hand, her expression earnest. “Emily, I know there’s been a lot of misunderstandings between us. I get why you’d suspect me, but this time, I promise—I really didn’t do it. The glass of water I gave you was just to help you calm down. There was nothing in it.”

“Please, you have to believe me.”

God knows how wrongly accused Isabella felt right now.

This time, she truly hadn’t done anything to Emily. Not a thing.

That glass of water—she’d only offered it because Andrew was there, and she wanted to look good in front of him. The bartender poured it, she handed it over, and that was it. She hadn’t tampered with it in any way. She was completely innocent.