Isabella looked at him. “You’re out of the hospital already?”
“I thought the doctor said you needed to stay for observation?”
Ethan shrugged. “I only had a couple sips of the coffee. It wasn’t a big dose. I’m fine now.”
“Isabella, can you let me in? We should talk about this face to face.”
She didn’t reply, just hung up. A minute later, she came out, opened the gate, and let Ethan inside.
When she saw Susan’s car, Isabella called out, “Susan, you can drive in or just park out front. Come in for a glass of water.”
Susan shook her head. “Thanks, Isabella, but I’m not thirsty. I’ll just wait here for Ethan and drive him home when you’re done.”
She knew better than to get in the middle of their conversation.
Isabella had only been polite. Since Susan declined, she didn’t push. She just turned and headed to the main house.
Ethan hurried after her. “Did you see Jordan? He was out front honking for ages.”
“There’s nothing to see. If he wants to honk, let him. I’m not stupid. He wasn’t here for anything good. For all I know, he’d come in and hit me. He’d never think Natalie was at fault. He’d blame me, call me ungrateful, say I’m trying to ruin Natalie, when really, it’s Natalie trying to ruin me.”
She gave Ethan a sidelong glance. “You’re not here to plead Natalie’s case, are you?”
If he was, she really couldn’t believe him.
Natalie had set Sophia up to drug the coffee, and Sophia was Ethan’s own sister—the one he’d always spoiled.

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