My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 182

Isabella Austin played her role to perfection—her voice was a careful blend of hurt, feigned nonchalance, and helplessness, the kind that made men feel needed rather than burdened.

It was a tone men liked, one that never wore thin.

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Andrew, will you tell me?”

Andrew Lane reached out, gently wrapping Isabella’s hand in his own, the warmth of his palm enveloping hers.

His voice was low and impassive, as if he were discussing a stranger.

“It was Emily Blair.”

Isabella’s lashes trembled. “So it’s Emily.”

Her tone softened. “She’s here too?”

Andrew gave a brief nod, offering no further explanation.

Isabella kept her smile and composure, but inside, chaos raged.

Emily Blair.

Again.

Always her.

Why did Emily Blair always seem determined to stand in her way?

Isabella clenched her hand so tightly her nails nearly broke the skin.

“I remember the guest list didn’t include Emily. Is it really alright for her to be here?”

Andrew’s reply was dismissive. “Just ignore her.”

Isabella lowered her gaze, a flicker of calculation in her eyes. “She’d better keep a low profile then. If anyone finds out she wasn’t invited, they’ll throw her out.”

—

In the lounge, Emily Blair waited on the couch for what felt like an eternity.

Half an hour passed and still, no one showed up.

She started to wonder if Andrew Lane had simply brushed off her request, not bothering to ask Amelia Lane to come by.

Emily pressed her palm to her forehead, frowning. How could she have expected Andrew Lane to actually help her? Foolish hope, she chastised herself.

Better to find Amelia herself.

She’d just gotten to her feet when noise sounded from the hallway—a door creaked open, and a voice followed.

“Who’s looking for me? What’s with the secrecy—why all the mystery?”

Emily narrowed her eyes.

Amelia Lane.

So Andrew had actually sent her over.

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