Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 301

With a loud crash, the bowl in Theodore’s hand slipped and shattered on the floor.

His mind could only focus on two words: “divorce.”

It had been a month since she left. He’d thought Emma was just being impulsive, taking some time to clear her head. But now that she was back, she still wanted a divorce.

He clenched his fists, thinking of that infuriating man who always seemed to be at her side. Swallowing his anger, Theodore fired off a message: *Is it because of him?*

Emma didn’t even know who “he” referred to. She found the question childish and not worth her time. Right then, her grandmother needed help getting to the bathroom, and Emma was far too busy to bother with Theodore’s “trash” texts. She called for the nurse and helped her grandmother out of bed.

Theodore never got a reply from Emma. Instead, he found himself face-to-face with Larson.

The moment Larson appeared, Theodore’s temper snapped. He lunged, ready to take a swing.

But with a small army of bodyguards on hand, there was no way he’d actually get close.

Theodore didn’t even manage to touch the hem of Larson’s coat before he was pinned back by the guards.

Larson headed straight for the elevator, waving a hand dismissively. “Let him go. We’re in a hospital—don’t scare the patients or their families.”

Theodore could only watch, helpless, as Larson stepped into the elevator. The worst part was, Larson hadn’t even spared him a glance—he treated Theodore like he was nothing, a speck of dust easily brushed off and forgotten.

The humiliation burned in his chest.

Who the hell was this guy, to look down on him like that? What gave him the right?

Even after Theodore returned to the office, the anger simmered beneath his skin.

On the way to his office, Jared caught sight of his dark expression and asked what was wrong. Only then did Theodore snap back to the present. He turned to Jared and said, “Do you know who that guy is with Emma?”

Jared, of course, knew everything.

Even Jared, who was no stranger to cigarettes, nearly choked as he coughed his way to the window and threw it open.

“What the hell are you doing, man?” Jared said. “Are you trying to smoke yourself to death?”

Theodore didn’t answer. He sat, unmoving, as if glued to his chair.

Jared walked around and crouched in front of him. “Theo, talk to me. What’s going on with you?”

Startled by Jared’s face suddenly looming up close, Theodore seemed to wake from a trance. “Jared…” He let his head fall back against the chair and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Come on, man. Whatever it is, you can tell me. What are friends for if not to shoulder the load together?”

It was a long moment before Theodore finally spoke.

“Emma’s back.”