Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Someone wanted her to drink mango juice–that was practically a death sentence. If she went into anaphylactic shock, she’d pass out, and when the fire broke out, she wouldn’t even know. She’d be unconscious, left to burn alive.

Fine, then. She’d drink it.

If someone wanted to commit a crime, she’d make sure they were caught red–handed.

But based on her past reactions to mango, she only ever broke out in hives–never

lost consciousness.

Why would someone think she’d pass out?

It had to be Theodore.

There was only one time she’d accidentally eaten a mango cake. The allergy was bad, but it wasn’t long after she and Theodore had gotten married, and she didn’t want him to see her face covered in angry red welts. So she hid in their room, pretending to be asleep, refusing to come out no matter how many times Theodore knocked. Fallon had been terrified, insisting that allergic reactions could cause shock, and worried something awful had happened.

In the end, Theodore had broken down the door. When he saw her lying on the bed, he actually thought she’d passed out from anaphylaxis.

She didn’t know for sure who wanted her dead–maybe they all did. But she knew she couldn’t die from eating mango, and she wasn’t going to lose consciousness, either. So why not pretend, just this once?

Even that line-“Theodore, if I die, you won’t owe me anything anymore“-had been an

act.

Who couldn’t feign a little helplessness when the situation called for it?

But once she was in the hospital, it felt wrong to keep pretending. She wasn’t about to waste the doctors‘ time; it was just an allergy.

Outside the observation room, Theodore and Cecilia were still talking.

Emma sat up in bed. She spotted her purse on the table and reached for it.

“Emma, what do you need? Let me get it for you!” Theodore hurried back into the room as soon as he saw her moving.

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Chapter 95

Cecilia hadn’t left yet. She was lurking in the hallway, keeping a close eye on everything happening inside.

Emma had already grabbed her bag. She opened it, found her phone, and saw it still

had battery.

“What do you need your phone for?” Theodore asked.

“I told you, I’m calling the police.” She unlocked her phone.

“We’ve already called the fire department, haven’t we? They’ll investigate the cause of the fire. But you still haven’t told me why you were in the conference room in the first place, or why the door was locked from the outside.”

Emma stared at him, her face unreadable. “I’d like to know that myself–why I was in the conference room, why the door was locked. Once I file my report and the police investigate, we’ll all have our answers.”

Suddenly, Cecilia burst into the room, her voice urgent. “Emma, I think you should reconsider. The company’s about to make some big moves–if you call the police now, it could seriously damage our reputation. The whole conference room thing was just an accident.”

“Oh? And how do you know it was an accident?” Emma shot back, her tone icy. “Unless… you’re the one who locked the door?”

Cecilia’s face went pale. “No, of course not! I already asked around–Assistant Laurent was the one who took you to the conference room. She’s the one who brought you the juice, too. As for the door, she says she has no idea how it got locked–she didn’t do it.”

“Mango juice?” Emma fixed Cecilia with a sharp look, catching the panic in her eyes. “Funny, I never said what I drank. How did you know it was mango juice?”

Cecilia grew even more flustered. “I–I’m Theodore’s assistant, I look into things before I come to see you. Assistant Laurent already told me she took you upstairs and asked you to wait in the conference room.”

“Is that so?” Emma’s gaze shifted to Theodore. “There aren’t many people in this world who know I’m allergic to mango juice. Not even my parents.”

Only you, Theodore.

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