Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 257

“You’re the filthy one!” Cecilia shrieked, hiding behind Theodore.

Sebastian’s gaze was icy as he stared her down. “You think hiding behind this loser means I can’t get to you? I can’t stand dirty people—male or female, I deal with every single one I meet.”

Theodore’s jaw clenched as he glared back. “So it seems there’s no avoiding this fight today, is there?”

Sebastian took a step forward, shielding all three girls behind him. “You think I won’t hit you? And what, you think you’re some kind of saint? If someone’s got a filthy mouth, I’ll slap them across the face. But you? You’re like you rolled around in a cesspit—inside and out. I don’t slap guys like you; I make sure you can’t get up again.”

Only then did Cecilia realize why Sebastian had slapped her earlier—it was because she’d called Emma a cripple.

But Theodore turned his scowl to Emma, who stood behind Sebastian. “Emma, are you sure you want to side with someone insulting your own husband?”

Emma couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of Theodore, still trying to shield Cecilia. “Insulting? What insult? Calling out the truth isn’t the same as an insult.”

Theodore’s face darkened, his anger barely contained. “Emma! Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“I do,” Emma replied, her voice tinged with pain. “Aren’t you dirty too? Come on, Sebastian, let’s go. We don’t need to dirty our hands for people like him.”

Theodore’s expression soured further. “Emma!”

Emma wanted to leave—not just because she couldn’t stand to look at the pair any longer, but also because she truly didn’t want Sebastian and Theodore to get into a fight. Sebastian was as fragile as porcelain right now; what if he got hurt and couldn’t dance again?

But Sebastian refused to go. He wanted Cecilia to apologize.

Emma shook her head at him. There was no point. She didn’t care about being called a cripple anymore. What mattered was making sure Sebastian didn’t end up injured today.

“Then get out of the way and let people pass,” Sebastian shot back, already striding onto the open plaza.

There was no turning back now. It was clear: these two were going to fight.

As the men moved quickly toward the center, Emma and Serena hurried after them, but they couldn’t catch up.

The moment they reached the plaza, Theodore and Sebastian threw themselves into it. Sebastian, trained as a dancer, was quick and agile. He sprang up, sending a sharp kick toward Theodore.

Traditional dance had always blended in elements of martial arts, and that kick sent Theodore sprawling.

But Theodore wasn’t weak—he worked out religiously, even had a gym installed at the office. When Sebastian charged, Theodore caught him in a bear hug, and the two crashed to the ground, Theodore pinning Sebastian beneath him.