Chapter 47
I wasn't the one who fed Isabella that cake, so how was this my fault according to Amelia?
Amelia was holding the child, crying so hard she could barely breathe.
Her crying quickly attracted a crowd of people.
James came over too.
Amelia looked at him like he was her savior. "James, please talk to Sophia for me. Tell her if she's angry, take it out on me, but don't hurt my Isabella."
"If anything happens to Isabella, I won't want to live either!"
Seeing her crying her heart out, the people around felt sorry for her and started blaming me.
"How can she be so cruel? Whatever issues adults have, why drag a child into it?"
"She hurt someone and just sit here like nothing happened. So heartless."
"Being in the same restaurant as someone like this gives me chills."
James stared at me coldly. "Why did you drug Isabella?"
I laughed bitterly.
See, here he went again.
Whenever something happened to Amelia and Isabella, James would blame me.
He never asked me what actually happened, never investigated.
I looked up and met his eyes directly. "If you've already decided I'm guilty, why bother asking? Just call the cops."
Andrew slammed the table and stood up, unable to control his anger. "Sophia didn't do anything from start to finish. The kid ran over and grabbed food herself."
"You can't watch your own child, so you blame Sophia. Are you trying to drive a wedge between them, or just trying to make yourself feel better?"
Amelia shook her head. "I didn't. Why are you accusing me like this?"
"I know you like Sophia, but you can't twist the truth and make false accusations just for her sake."
I glanced at where the security camera was. "Don't argue with them. Call the cops, let them check the surveillance footage and find out if I really drugged her."
Amelia knew exactly what her daughter was like - she must have eaten the cake herself and had an allergic reaction.
She wanted to use this to frame me and damage my image in James's mind, but she didn't expect me to call the police. Once the police came, wouldn't her lie be exposed?
"James, Isabella seems really bad. We need to get to the hospital now." Amelia used the child to divert James's attention.
James held the child with one hand and made a phone call with the other.
The ambulance came and they went to the hospital together.
After all that drama, I'd lost my appetite. I said something to Andrew and went back to my room to rest.
I'd barely been back in my room when James called. "Where are you?"
I replied flatly, "Rest in my hotel room."
"You put Isabella in the hospital, and you can still sleep?"
I laughed coldly. "As I said, if you think it was me, just call the cops. When the investigation results come out, if it really was me, I'll accept whatever consequences without complaint."
"Sophia, can you just talk normally?"
My words carried a hint of mockery. "James, when I used to talk to you nicely, you never talked nicely to me. What gives you the right to demand that from me now?"
"Sophia, regardless of whether you did this or not, you're the child's aunt. When something happens to the child, you should at least come see her. If word gets out, if Grandma finds out..."
"Address." Before James could finish, I impatiently cut him off with one word.
He sent me an address, and I took a cab there.
When I arrived at the hospital, Amelia was crying in James's arms.
Seeing me arrive, Amelia sat up straight. "Sophia, I'm sorry. I was just so upset that I unconsciously leaned on James. Please don't be mad at me."
My expression was cold. "You can pretend I'm not here. No need to worry about me."
They'd always done that anyway.
"Sophia!" James stood up and walked over to me. "We don't know Isabella's condition yet. Amelia is very upset. Don't provoke her."
A cold smile played on my lips. "I'm giving you to her, letting you comfort her. I'm clearly doing a good deed, so why are you blaming me?"
"Sophia, you're still angry, aren't you?" Amelia pretended to ask.
"Amelia, are you blind or something? How can you see that I'm angry? Maybe you should get your eyes checked."
Amelia's voice was hoarse as she questioned me. "If you're not angry, why did you hurt Isabella like that?"
My mocking gaze swept across Amelia's face as I laughed. "You say I hurt her, but you forgot one thing - I have no idea what Isabella is allergic to."
"Tell me, how could I hurt her when I don't even know what she's allergic to?"
Amelia's face went pale.
Yes, she'd forgotten.
I didn't live with Isabella, so I had no idea what Isabella was allergic to.
James realized this too, his deep eyes filled with pressure. "Amelia, why would you say that?"
I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, quietly watching.
Amelia reacted quickly, grabbing James's sleeve. "James, I'm sorry. I lied to you."
"I wanted Isabella to get closer to Sophia and put in a good word for you."
"Who knew she would see the cake and couldn't resist eating it. I... I thought Isabella was bothering Sophia and making her unhappy, so she..."
"But then Sophia made me realize - she doesn't even know what Isabella is allergic to, how could she hurt Isabella? That's when I knew I was wrong."
"I'm sorry, Sophia." Amelia apologized to me, but her eyes looked at me with snake-like venom.
Then she spat out a poisonous sentence. "Sophia, Isabella was right there with you. Why didn't you watch her?"
Isabella had run over and rudely demanded I give her cake, and when I didn't, she ruined my cake.
I didn't hit her or yell at her, yet as the victim, I was being blamed for something ridiculous.
James said, "Sophia, the child doesn't know better, but don't you as an adult?"
"Since it was your oversight, when Isabella comes out of surgery, you take good care of her. When she wakes up, apologize to her so the child doesn't hold a grudge against you."
I couldn't help cursing in my head. 'Has James lost his mind?'
Isabella ate the cake herself, something happened, and I had to take responsibility. Why?
That was what I thought, and that was what I said out loud.
James grabbed my hand in warning. "My patience has limits. Stop making a scene."
"Mr. Smith, the one being unreasonable should be you." Andrew must have gotten my message and checked the surveillance footage, then rushed over.
He pulled out his phone and played a video. "See exactly what happened to Isabella."
The video clearly recorded Isabella's "misdeeds."
James hadn't expected Isabella to have been greedy on her own.
He glanced at me uncomfortably, seeing my cold expression, his lips pressed into a straight line.