Chapter 51
Bianca's actions were way too deliberate.
Even if she apologized, I wasn't going to let her off easy.
Seeing the smugness in her eyes, I sneered and spoke sarcastically. "You're really clumsy, aren't you? Spilling it right on my dress like that. If someone with bad intentions saw this, they'd think you did it on purpose to target me."
Bianca's face looked unpleasant, but she still pretended to apologize. "I'm so sorry, Nancy. I'm just so clumsy, can't even do such a simple thing right. Let me take you to get changed."
Ever since that incident at the hospital, I hadn't thought much of Bianca. Now hearing her fake apology, I was even more annoyed. "Since you know you're so clumsy, don't try to copy others and hurt people. You're lucky it was me. If it were someone else, you'd have gotten slapped already."
Seeing I wasn't going to let it go, Bianca could only put on a pitiful act. She looked up at Michael with a soft, sweet voice. "I'm so sorry, Michael. I really didn't mean to. My hand just shook for a second."
Bianca thought playing the victim would let her brush this off, but she didn't expect Michael to stand up for me instead.
Michael looked at Bianca, his tone cold and emotionless. "If your hand's shaking, go see a doctor. Also, the person you should apologize to is Nancy, not me. I can't make decisions for her."
Bianca's face instantly turned red and pale, looking quite dramatic.
Just then, Jeffrey noticed what was happening on our side and hurried over.
"Michael, Nancy, what's going on?" Jeffrey asked, his eyes also noticing the wine stain on my dress.
In less than two seconds, he figured out what had happened, and his expression became somewhat awkward.
Michael's gaze fell on Bianca as he spoke directly. "I'm only showing you respect because you're Jeffrey's sister. I hope you can give my fiancée a proper, sincere apology and show her the same respect."
Bianca looked reluctant and put on a pitiful expression. "Michael, I really didn't mean to."
Michael looked at her, his expression unmoved. "I told you, I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."
By now, quite a few people had noticed something unusual on our side.
Bianca bit her lower lip, looking at me with stubborn defiance in her eyes.
This look made it seem like I was the one making her suffer some great injustice.
As the situation reached a standstill, Jeffrey stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Nancy, Bianca was definitely wrong here. I apologize on her behalf." With that, Jeffrey picked up a nearby glass and downed it in one go.
Seeing Jeffrey do this, I couldn't push things any further.
After all, in my past life, Jeffrey had done favors for both Michael and me.
During that avalanche, Michael lost his life trying to save me, and we were both buried under the snow.
At that time, my soul didn't disappear immediately.
It was Jeffrey who, despite everyone's warnings, led a large group to dig out mine and Michael's bodies.
Given this debt of gratitude, I didn't want to make things too ugly.
I smiled, picked up another glass from the table, took a small sip, and responded. "It's fine, Bianca. Just be more careful next time."
Seeing I wasn't making a big deal of it, Jeffrey secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But Bianca's face showed some unwillingness as she said to Jeffrey, "Why are you groveling to this woman!"
As soon as those words left her mouth, Jeffrey shot her a sharp look and scolded her on the spot. "Who taught you to be so rude? Did you forget everything the Adams family taught you?"
Bianca wanted to argue back, but seeing his expression, she didn't dare say more.
Jeffrey was usually gentle, but when it came to important matters, he was firm and decisive.
Bianca lowered her head and stopped talking, though the defiance in her eyes hadn't faded.
Seeing Bianca's attitude, Jeffrey continued his stern demand. "Apologize to Nancy right now, or you'll be in trouble when we get home."
Faced with Jeffrey's serious expression, Bianca mumbled a half-hearted sorry.
Jeffrey said a few more nice words to me, and the matter was put to rest.
"Alright, let's just forget about it. I'll go change into clean clothes." I spoke up to ease the situation and move past it.
Just as I finished speaking, a server walked over. "Hello, let me take you to the lounge to change."
Without thinking much, I told Michael, "I'll come find you after I change. You go ahead and enjoy yourself."
"Do you want me to come with you?" Michael's gaze stayed on me as he asked gently.
I shook my head and refused without hesitation. "No need, I'm just changing clothes. I'll be quick."
Seeing my insistence, Michael didn't push it.
I followed the server to the lounge.
As soon as I entered the lounge, I felt my head spinning.
My body also started heating up uncontrollably.
Thinking of Bianca's deliberate actions, my expression darkened, and I had a growing suspicion.
Since arriving at this party, the only thing I'd drunk was that glass of wine, and I'd only taken a sip.
That wine was definitely drugged.
My body was getting hotter and hotter, and my breathing was becoming rapid.
I tried my best to stay calm, but the burning sensation kept stimulating my senses.
Worried someone might come in, I forced myself to get up and lock the lounge door.
After locking the door, I slumped down against it.
But even with the door locked, it didn't guarantee absolute safety.
I had to let Michael know where I was as soon as possible.
I fumbled around and pulled my phone from my bag.
The dizziness was taking over, and my vision was getting blurry.
Breathing heavily, I instinctively called Michael.
But the phone rang for a long time without being answered.
Maybe it was because of the noise downstairs.
Fighting to stay calm, I sent my current location to Michael's phone.
After doing that, I quickly typed out a brief message asking for help.
Right now, I could only put my hope in Michael.
As long as he could see the message soon, things wouldn't be too bad.
I curled myself into a ball, trying hard to control my breathing and ease the burning sensation in my body.
Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the lounge door.
Thinking it was Michael, I excitedly called out to confirm.
"Michael, is that you?"
The person outside didn't respond, just kept knocking repeatedly.
Not getting an answer, I didn't dare open the door and shouted toward it again. "Michael!"
Seeing I wouldn't open the door, the person outside stopped.
Then came a man's voice, laughing with ill intent. "Miss, you must be feeling pretty uncomfortable right now, aren't you? Open the door and let me help you feel better."