Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 183

“Did he tell you that?” Emma asked, an amused smile on her lips.

Amanda pouted. “I don’t need Mr. Whitman to say it—anyone can see Mr. Whitman doesn’t like you. Who doesn’t know he treated his first love like a princess? Honestly, it makes people jealous…”

“That jealous? Why don’t you give it a try yourself?” Emma’s laugh was cold.

“Gi—give what a try?” Amanda stammered, her gaze darting away.

“See if Mr. Whitman will spoil you like a princess too,” Emma replied, her smile hardly reaching her eyes.

“You… what on earth are you talking about?” Amanda’s cheeks flushed a deep red.

Jonathan, now thoroughly embarrassed and angry, snapped, “Emma! Can you watch your mouth for once?”

“Me? My mouth is perfectly clean. I just wonder about what’s going on in some people’s heads.” Emma reached into her bag, pulled out a stack of photos, and tossed them onto the table with a slap. “This man—don’t tell me you don’t recognize him.”

Jonathan picked up the photos. The color drained from his face. “What’s this supposed to mean? You’ve had someone following me?”

“No need to go out of my way. You two weren’t exactly being subtle.” Emma’s tone was slow and almost lazy. “That man—you call him Quinn, right?”

The photos showed Jonathan and a middle-aged man: having dinner together, getting into a car, walking down the street.

“So what? I can’t have a friend?” Jonathan’s lips were pale as he spoke.

Emma gave a little shrug. “Do you really think I’d come here if I wasn’t absolutely sure? Of course Quinn’s your friend. Who else would you trust that much? Who else would you team up with to scam Theodore out of his money?”

“But…” Jonathan’s whole face was ashen, and he looked like he might faint any moment.

“Jonathan… Jonathan…” Amanda steadied him, her voice sharp with anger. “What kind of sister are you? Any decent sister would look after her own family! You should be using your husband’s money to support your parents and brother. That’s what sisters do! How can you call yourself family? You’re heartless!”

“Well, anyone who wants the job can have it.” Emma’s gaze was fixed on Jonathan. In this family, no one had ever treated her like a person anyway. “I don’t have time to argue. Make the call, or you’re going to jail.”

“I don’t want to call… but I don’t want to go to jail either!” Jonathan’s knees buckled, and he collapsed on the floor, sobbing.

“Then I’ll do it for you.”

Emma pulled out her phone, but before she could dial, a man’s voice came from the doorway: “No need. I’m here.”