Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 277

Sebastian could only force a bitter smile. Grandma will be alright—she has to be.

Larson gave Sebastian’s shoulder a reassuring pat. “We’re already so grateful to you and your family, really. Thank you for looking after Emmie this past month.”

Sebastian’s eyes reddened, but he stayed silent. Was he supposed to admit he hadn’t taken good enough care of things and was feeling guilty? Did he need them to comfort him now?

“We’ll bring Grandma home together,” he promised. He’d already called his father, who was prepared to pull every string he could.

“Yeah! Nana’s going to be fine. You should rest now—bye.”

After saying their goodbyes to Sebastian, Mr. Fairchild led Larson and Emma to the hotel he’d booked for them.

The top floor of Cresthaven’s most luxurious hotel had two penthouse suites reserved for them. But Emma, still dazed and distracted, simply followed Larson out of the elevator and right into his suite.

Larson turned around to find Emma, head down and so absorbed in her thoughts that she nearly bumped into him. He shook his head with a sigh and said to Latham Fairchild, “Bring my sister’s bags in here as well.”

With Emma in this state, there was no way he’d let her stay alone in another room. He glanced around the suite—okay, he could sleep on the sofa tonight.

Hearing talk of their luggage finally snapped Emma out of her fog. “Our bags—did they make it back?”

All she remembered after landing was rushing out of the airport—she hadn’t even waited for her suitcase. But who cared about lost luggage when Grandma was missing? It felt like her heart had been ripped out.

“They did,” Larson replied. “Mr. Fairchild picked them up for us.”

Emma turned and managed a strained smile. “Thank you, Mr. Fairchild.”

Latham gave a small bow. “Of course, Mr. Rossi. Miss Bennett. Please rest—I’ll take my leave.”

But how could Emma possibly rest?

She sat on the sofa, her mind going in frantic circles, obsessing over where her grandmother could have gone.

Should he answer it?

“Hello? Who is this?”

There was a long pause on the other end. Then suddenly, someone barked, “Who the hell is this?”

“Are you looking for Emmie?”

The voice grew even more agitated. “Emmie? Who are you to call her that?”

“She can’t come to the phone right now, sorry. Do you have any news about her grandmother?”

“I don’t! And why can’t she—”

Larson hung up before the man could finish. If there was no real news, there was no point in talking further.