Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 298

“It’s not that…” Theodore pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration barely concealed. “I honestly just don’t have the time right now…”

“I know you’re busy! I know you never have time!” Tears spilled down Cecilia’s cheeks, her voice trembling. “People say I’m a gold digger—do you think I am, too?”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“Yes, it is!” Cecilia snatched up her phone and quickly refunded the money, her tears falling even harder. “Theo, I don’t want your money. I just want you to know—no matter what the world thinks of me, I don’t care. The only thing I care about is how you see me.”

“I understand, I do…” Theodore repeated, trying to calm her down.

“As long as you understand.” Cecilia managed a shaky smile through her tears. “Come eat, Theo. I picked up your favorite—poached fish.”

“You two go ahead. I’ve still got something I need to take care of.” He was already backing away, pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts as he headed out of the apartment.

“No matter what it is, just eat first before you go!” Cecilia hurried over, snapping open the takeout container.

“It’s fine. You eat.” Theodore was already halfway to the door, thumb hovering over a contact before pressing ‘call’. “Hey, Fallon? It’s Theodore.”

Cecilia, trailing after him, heard the name and immediately tensed. Why was he calling Fallon? She followed him to the elevator, listening in.

“Yeah, Emma’s back. Her grandmother’s in the hospital and she needs someone to help look after her. If you’re not busy these days, could you come back and lend a hand?”

He paused. “No, not sure how long it’ll be—ideally, as long as you can. But even if it’s just until her grandmother recovers, that would help a lot.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

Without realizing, Cecilia had followed him all the way to the elevator. When Theodore turned around and saw her standing there, he looked momentarily surprised.

Meanwhile, Theodore stopped outside to pick up some healthy food suitable for someone recovering from illness, then headed straight to the hospital.

Inside the hospital room, the atmosphere was warm and lively.

Just yesterday, when Emma’s grandmother first woke up, her eyes were flooded with white light, her vision badly affected. But after the doctors adjusted her medication, she was already much better today.

At the moment, Emma and Larson had just finished feeding her.

Her health had taken a hard hit, but now that the danger had passed, she was recovering quickly.

She looked much more energetic than she had the day before, especially with her granddaughter by her side and Larson—her grandson—there as well. Surrounded by family, her spirits had lifted, and she was clearly on the mend.

Latham had proven himself a fast worker. Larson needed a place to stay, and Latham had already found a few options. He called to say it was time to check them out, but real estate was a personal matter—he couldn’t make the decision alone. He’d have to ask Mr. Rossi to come in person and take a look.