My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 148

A wave of chaos and noise erupted in the hallway.

Andrew Lane didn’t even hesitate—he pushed the door open with a force that surprised everyone, bolting after Emily Blair, not caring that he was still on the phone with Isabella Austin.

Emily heard footsteps pounding closer and closer behind her, her breath caught in her chest.

In the next instant, Andrew seized her wrist and swung her around to face him.

His face was grim, his eyes dark and unflinching as he locked his gaze onto hers, his voice rough with emotion. “Don’t even think about running.”

Even caught, Emily remained composed, almost unbothered.

Andrew was still holding his phone in his other hand, and Isabella’s anxious voice crackled through the speakers.

“Andrew, what’s going on? Is someone there with you?”

“Is that Emily Blair?!”

Isabella’s voice rose with panic, so sharp and desperate even Emily could hear the urgency.

Andrew answered, his tone clipped. “Yes, it’s her.”

There was a pause on the other end, then Isabella spoke again, her voice suddenly frail.

“So it’s Emily… Andrew, say hello to her for me, will you?”

Then, plaintively, “Andrew, can you please come back soon? I’m not feeling well.”

A shadow flickered across Andrew’s face. He lowered his voice. “What’s wrong?”

Isabella sniffled, sounding small and miserable. “The baby’s kicking like crazy. I feel sick… I might throw up.”

“Maybe you should hand the phone to Emily. Let me talk to her. She’ll understand.”

Emily watched Andrew serenely, waiting to see what he’d do.

After a few seconds, Andrew let go of her wrist. He spoke quietly into the phone, “No need. I’ll come back right away.”

As he ended the call, Emily took a step back, keeping her distance, a faint, sardonic smile curving her lips.

Andrew slipped his phone into his pocket. “The house is in number three—”

Emily cut him off. “Don’t bother. I don’t need to know.”

She stepped back again. “Andrew Lane, go be with your wife and child.”

His eyes darkened. “Emily Blair, everything’s ready in the house. You can move in today.”

Emily let out a cold, mocking laugh. “And do what, exactly? Andrew Lane, I’m doing just fine on my own. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I don’t have to worry about someone drugging me, or rumors spreading behind my back. I have plenty of friends now. My life is full.”

She spoke with a steady calm. “Right now, I’m more content than I ever was in the Lane family’s house.”

“So,” she said, “you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Ever since I left the Lane family, I’ve been doing really, really well.”

When Emily walked away, she didn’t even glance at Andrew’s face.

But she could guess well enough—he wouldn’t be looking happy.

By the time she returned to Elizabeth Wilson’s apartment, it was already one in the morning.

Elizabeth was waiting up for her in the living room, and the moment Emily walked in, she rushed over, grabbing Emily’s arms and scanning her up and down.

“You’re okay, right? Andrew Lane didn’t do anything, did he? You’re really okay?”

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