Chapter 293

Chapter 293:

Ellis wouldn’t face any consequences either. If the incident had taken place in Fernanda’s room, it could easily be twisted to make it seem like Ellis had schemed against her.

But since it occurred in Ellis’ room, the story could only be told one way: Fernanda had gone to his room, and everything that followed was her doing.

Fernanda would be painted as the one who started it all, the one to blame. The town would gossip endlessly about her disgrace.

Rafael’s mind raced as he pictured Fernanda’s shattered reputation once the scandal spread this morning. The thought excited him beyond measure. Unable to hold back his eagerness, he urged Ellis to pick Fernanda up and move her to his room.

Fernanda’s body was light, and Ellis had no trouble lifting her onto his back.

Rafael pushed the door open, with Ellis stepping out ahead of him.

But after just a couple of steps, Ellis came to a complete stop.

Confused, Rafael whispered, “What’s going on?”

Ellis stood still, his eyes fixed ahead, unblinking.

Rafael followed his gaze and felt a shock run through him, his breath catching in his throat.

Standing at the door of the room next to Fernanda’s were two people. Wendy stood with her arms crossed, casually leaning against the wall as she watched them. Beside her, Sloane stood frozen, her mouth agape in shock.

“You…” Sloane’s voice faltered as she pointed at them in confusion. “What’s going on here?”

Ellis stiffened, his grip on Fernanda loosening as he nearly dropped her.

Wendy didn’t speak, only observing them with a subtle, unreadable smile.

Ellis shot a quick glance at Rafael, unsure of what to say.

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Rafael wasted no time and quickly explained, “Miss Morgan isn’t feeling well. We were just about to take her to the hospital!”

Sloane, always quick to trust, accepted the story without hesitation and moved toward Fernanda. “We should hurry then. Is Fernanda alright?”

Just as Sloane took a step closer to Fernanda, Wendy grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“How did you know she wasn’t feeling well?” Wendy’s voice was flat, cold, and empty of any warmth. Her tone sent an unsettling chill through Ellis, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Sloane now realized something was off. If Fernanda was truly unwell, she should have told her and Wendy, not two strangers she had just met.

Wendy turned to Sloane with a calm command. “Go get your brother.”

Feeling something wasn’t right, Sloane quickly realized it was better to let her brother handle it. Without hesitation, she dashed downstairs.

In less than three minutes, Jeff emerged from downstairs, following Sloane back up.

As he took in the sight before him, a brief flash of coldness crossed his face. His voice, usually warm and deep, was now edged with hoarseness from being pulled out of sleep.

“What’s going on here?” he asked.

Rafael repeated the same excuse he had given earlier, adding with a sense of urgency, “I noticed Miss Morgan seemed unwell during the party, and I grew concerned. Since she drank the wine I brought, I went to check on her. When I…”

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