Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Chapter 60

She didn’t answer the call. Instead, she hung up and, surrounded by the younger students, took a seat next to Ms. Brown.

No one mentioned her foot. It was as if everyone pretended not to notice.

But she knew–when you’re a dancer, an injury like this is impossible to ignore. The only explanation was that Ms. Brown must have spoken to everyone beforehand.

Still, in this small waiting room, she felt the greatest kindness from strangers she’d experienced in five years.

Her phone kept vibrating in her bag. Growing weary, she simply switched it off, choosing instead to focus on the conversation with her teacher and classmates.

Sebastian was there, too.

Emma was surprised. Wasn’t he the principal dancer of the Cresthaven Performing Arts Troupe? Why was he here?

Ms. Brown smiled. “This time, several performing arts groups are joining for the international tour. Each troupe has its own production.”

That explained it.

Sebastian gave her a warm smile. She nodded, returning his smile.

The visa interviews moved quickly; one by one, people finished and left. Emma and Ms. Brown were among the last.

After everything was done, Emma and Ms. Brown headed out together. Emma discreetly transferred some money to Ms. Brown, asking her to give it to the school

or the tour committee.

She knew Ms. Brown had invited her to join the troupe out of kindness, but Emma didn’t want to take advantage of the group for her meals or accommodation–she’d rather cover her own expenses,

Ms. Brown sighed. “You’re always so particular about these things.” But she accepted the payment. “I’ll check how to get it to the committee later.”

“Ms. Brown, Emma.” Sebastian’s voice called out.

Emma looked over and saw Sebastian leaning against a car parked by the curb, waving to them.

Chapter 60

Ms. Brown put an arm around Emma’s shoulders. “Emma, there’s something I’m not sure I should say.”

“Please, go ahead,” Emma replied, trusting that whatever Ms. Brown said would be for her own good.

“Emma, would you be willing to try treatment for your foot again?” Ms. Brown asked gently.

Emma froze.

Her foot–she’d tried everything already. In the first two years after her injury, Theodore had explored every possible avenue: specialists, alternative therapies, even folk remedies. Nothing had worked.

Back then, Theodore was racked with guilt and would have done anything, spent any amount, for her recovery.

But five years had passed. Emma had long since lost hope.

She forced a smile, pushing down her disappointment. “It’s alright, Ms. Brown. I’m used to it. It can’t be fixed.”

Ms. Brown glanced at Sebastian. “Would you consider trying once more? Remington knows an old doctor who’s a real expert in this field. He’s already spoken to him. If you’re willing, we could go today.”

“But…” Emma honestly didn’t believe in miracles anymore.

“Emma, let’s not give up until the very end. Can we try just once more? What if

something miraculous happens? Remington didn’t dare ask you himself, so he asked me instead…”

“Alright, let’s go,” Emma said, seeing the worry in Ms. Brown’s eyes. She thought suddenly of her grandmother–if her grandmother knew there was even the slightest chance, she’d urge Emma to try.

It was just another attempt. At worst, it would be a trip around the city, with no expectations of a cure.

Both Sebastian and Ms. Brown looked visibly relieved.

Their appointment with the doctor was in the afternoon. At noon, the three of them grabbed lunch together. While they were eating, the academy called Ms. Brown back for an urgent matter, so she entrusted Emma to Sebastian and hurried back to

campus.