Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393

It was their first time meeting, but Miles instantly felt a sense of familiarity. The moment she called him “Miles,” he knew for sure she was Ophelia.

“It’s me,” Ophelia said as she walked over to the bed. Seeing Tristan Rowle lying motionless, she placed her fingers on his wrist to check his pulse, her brows knitting tighter with worry.

His pulse felt normal, just like before. There was nothing to suggest anything was wrong.

But the truth was right there in front of her. Tristan was in a coma, and even the most experienced doctors couldn’t figure out why.

“Ophelia, why did you ask the doctors to leave? Is there something you want to keep private from them?” Miles asked in a low voice. “Did you notice something off?”

Ophelia arched her brow and said, “Miles, you really do have a researcher’s eye. Nothing gets past you.”

She hadn’t even opened her mouth, and Miles was already on the mark.

She’d actually been in the room for a while, making herself almost invisible on purpose so no one would notice her.

She’d been quietly watching how the doctors worked and checking on Tristan herself. Once she had a rough idea of what was going on, she told everyone to clear out.

“Grandpa’s situation is seriously weird. Anyone who’s been around him is on my suspect list, including those doctors,” Ophelia said, her tone icy and her eyes shadowed with doubt.

He was just unconscious at first, but now he still hasn’t woken up. So I can’t help but question everyone who’s come into contact with him.

Ophelia withdrew her hand, her brows knitting together, her face growing even more grave.

There’s definitely something off here. Are the doctors really clueless, or is someone pulling strings to make sure nobody figures it out?

Ophelia’s brows were furrowed in worry, and Miles’s tone dropped, icy and grave. “Ophelia, I suspect Grandpa might be…”

“Poisoned,” Ophelia said slowly, confirming Miles’s suspicion.

Miles’s expression grew even darker, tension crackling in the air. “Looks like things just got a whole lot more complicated.”

This is the heart of Rowle Manor. Who’d dare, and actually have the ability to poison Grandpa here of all places?

“We’ll need to play this smart and take our time,” Ophelia said quietly, her gaze icy and piercing.

They locked eyes, both grim and steely, a hint of danger flickering between them.

“So you had them leave because you already suspect someone, right?” Miles said, picking up on Ophelia’s train of thought. Ophelia shook her head, her voice low and cold. “Grandpa’s health was always solid. Things only started going wrong after Asher and the others came back. But with a risk this obvious, do they really think there won’t be consequences?” They know perfectly well that if something happens to Grandpa all eyes will be on them. And yet they still had the guts to pull something like this right under our noses at home?

“Or maybe they just think nobody’s ever going to catch on?” Miles guessed, nodding at Ophelia’s logic.

Ophelia was silent for a moment, gritting her teeth. “At the end of the day, what matters is solid proof.”

No matter who’s behind this, we’ll hunt them down and expose them with evidence so clear they can’t talk their way out of

Miles looked at Ophelia, his gaze full of admiration. He couldn’t Help but say, “Looks like you’ve already got a plan.”

He’d only just met her today, but she’d already blown him away.

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