A flicker of panic flashed in Isabel’s eyes. She clenched her jaw and snapped at the receptionist, “What are you talking about? I have no idea what you mean!”
The receptionist froze, staring at Isabel in shock.
“But… didn’t you just say—”
Isabel cut her off in a fluster, “Enough! If you want to get yourself in trouble, fine. But don’t drag me down with you.”
With that, Isabel turned, ready to make a hasty escape.
Effie seized Isabel’s wrist, her voice cold and sharp. “Not so fast. You haven’t explained why you answered Lyman’s call.”
Isabel’s gaze darted away. Why had she answered Lyman’s phone? The answer was simple: she wanted to annoy Effie.
But of course, Isabel wouldn’t admit that out loud.
She put on an innocent look, glancing at Effie and then down at the hand gripping her arm. “You’re hurting me.”
“Let go of her! Keep your hands off Mrs. Etheridge!” The receptionist, red with anger, rushed forward. But before she could reach them, Luther stepped in and calmly lifted her away by the collar, as if she weighed nothing.
“Luther, you’re helping the wrong person. You’ll regret this!” the receptionist protested.
Luther just looked at her, exasperated. This idiot—she’d regret her words soon enough, once she realized who was really in the wrong.
“Mrs. Etheridge? Isabel, start explaining. Now.” Effie’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them.
Luther could hardly believe his eyes. He’d always thought Effie was harmless, like a gentle lamb—turns out she had quite a bite.
Isabel knew she couldn’t wriggle out of this. Backed into a corner, she braced herself and said, “She misunderstood. She thought I was Lyman’s fiancée—I never said I was.”
The receptionist’s jaw dropped. Was Isabel even listening to herself?
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