My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1106

He let out a slow breath. “Alright. Got it.”

Mrs. Rivera and Mr. Rivera exchanged a look. Mrs. Rivera stepped forward, giving Emily Blair a look from head to toe, her brows pulled tight. “Ms. Blair, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly is your relationship with Tristan?”

Right then, Emily really wanted to drag Tristan out of that hospital bed herself.

She kept her tone calm. “No matter what I say, I doubt you’ll believe me. Why don’t you wait until Tristan wakes up and ask him?”

Mrs. Rivera’s frown deepened, but Emily pretended not to notice.

Steven Davis cleared his throat and turned toward the room. “Let’s go see him.”

Mrs. Rivera agreed, but as she started in, she shot Emily another hesitant look.

“Wait,” Emily called.

Steven stopped. “Is there something else?”

Emily looked up at him. “Did you find out who drugged him?”

Steven nodded, his voice steady and serious. “It was Hilaria Vargas. The security footage caught her putting something in Tristan’s drink. She also set up your room, 1304. After Cynthia realized something was wrong with Tristan, Hilaria took advantage of him being confused and led him away. Good thing you found him when you did, otherwise it really would have been too late. We’ve already handed over the evidence and Hilaria to the police. I’ll make sure someone keeps an eye on the follow-up.”

So it really was Hilaria. Emily nodded. “Alright. Thanks.”

Steven finished explaining and turned to Mr. and Mrs. Rivera. “Let’s head in.”

Emily followed them into the room.

Cynthia’s eyebrows knitted together even tighter. She squeezed Tristan’s hand, her voice sharp. “He’s sick and on an IV. How can you be so heartless? I knew I couldn’t trust you to take care of him. You’re not good for him. I’m Tristan’s fiancée. That means I can speak for him, and I’m telling you to leave. Now.”

Tristan’s fiancée.

Emily glanced around at everyone’s faces. They all looked different, but the message was clear. They saw her as the intruder, the one coming between Tristan and Cynthia.

A heaviness settled in her chest. She looked at Cynthia holding Tristan’s hand, then at Tristan’s peaceful, oblivious face.

Steven let out a tired sigh, sounding like her presence was just another problem. “Ms. Blair, you should go home and get some rest. We’ve got things covered here.”

Emily gave Tristan one last look, then turned and walked out of the room. Everything from tonight just piled up, leaving her completely drained. She was worried about Tristan, trying to keep up with what happened, and now she had to deal with this mess too. She felt absolutely exhausted.