Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 335

Carter fell into a heavy silence. Suddenly, the lounge door opened.

Emma was still groggy, leaning heavily against the doorframe, her eyes flashing with pure annoyance.

"Am I a piece of property to you?"

She shot Percy a look of completely undisguised disgust.

Then she shifted her gaze to Carter, her expression unreadable but sharp.

Carter's chest instantly tightened. He scrambled to explain, "Emma, I didn't—"

Slam.

The lounge door was shut in his face, leaving Carter totally rebuffed.

He awkwardly touched his nose before turning a glacial glare onto Percy.

"Get the hell out."

Percy pressed his lips together, wanting to argue, but the murderous chill radiating from Carter's eyes made him shrink back. He turned and scurried away.

Carter stared at the closed door, raising his hand to knock.

"Emma, how are you feeling?"

He frowned, desperate to explain himself. He realized he had made a massive mistake—he should have immediately shut Percy down the second he opened his mouth.

But before he could get an apology out, the door swung open again.

The doctor stepped out, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Mr. Harrington, she's fallen asleep again. We detected trace amounts of ether in her system, but she shows no signs of severe poisoning."

Carter's gaze turned dark. The doctor continued, "She likely inhaled it by accident. However, this type of drug is strictly regulated. It's impossible to obtain through normal channels."

"Right. How is she physically?" Carter asked, peering anxiously into the room.

"She just needs to sleep it off," the doctor replied. "Although she aspirated some water, the swift rescue prevented any real damage."

Carter instructed Jeff to see the doctor out while he slipped into the lounge.

Emma was asleep with a deep frown on her face. He gently smoothed out the crease between her brows.

"Boss, the security cameras on the first floor coincidentally malfunctioned for exactly ten minutes."

Jeff had returned after escorting the doctor, bringing the bad news.

"I checked with the doctor. Emma fell unconscious because she inhaled ether," Raymond stated, scrutinizing Carter. "Ether isn't something just anyone can get their hands on."

"Who do you think is responsible, Raymond?" Carter asked, his eyes probing.

Raymond narrowed his eyes. "Has it not crossed your mind that she orchestrated this whole thing herself? She and Pamela were completely alone on the first floor. How is it that only she inhaled ether, while Pamela was completely fine?

Percy also mentioned that she's a terrible swimmer. So what was she doing hanging around the edge of the pool?"

Carter was stunned that his uncle would even suggest such a thing. His gaze turned icy. "The cameras on the first floor went down for ten minutes, perfectly coinciding with the window when Emma was attacked."

Raymond stared at him sharply, his voice lowering. "Are you accusing me?"

"Raymond, you harbor entirely too much hostility toward Emma."

Carter didn't want to suspect him, but Emma had nearly died, and Raymond was still insisting she faked it.

Raymond sneered. "Am I supposed to roll out the red carpet for her? She only approached you because she had an ulterior motive. Don't tell me you're too blind to see that."

Carter was well aware of that. Their marriage had started as a simple business transaction.

But this time, he wasn't going to stay silent.

"Emma is my wife, and I know exactly who she is. But right now, Raymond, I'm starting to question who you really are."