My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 302

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Emily Blair didn’t waver. Her voice was soft but unwavering. “If you believe I have what it takes to win, then let me earn that championship fair and square next time. Let’s just leave it for now.”

Seeing that Emily’s mind was made up, Arianna George didn’t press further. She simply discussed the compensation arrangements, gave Emily some brief instructions, and left.

Not long after Arianna closed the door behind her, Elizabeth Wilson came charging in.

The first thing Elizabeth did was grill Emily about her broken ankle. Only when she was sure it wasn’t too serious did she finally breathe out in relief.

Then she planted herself at Emily’s bedside, hands on her hips and eyes blazing.

“I mean, what is it with you and Andrew Lane and Isabella Austin? Every time you cross paths with them, something awful happens! It’s never been this bad before, and now you’ve ended up with a broken bone and an online witch hunt on top of it. What have you ever done to deserve this? It's like you’re cursed! Should I be boiling sage to ward off the bad luck or something?”

“And don’t even get me started on Isabella Austin. I watched her video statement—seriously, are people blind? How can they not see she’s acting all holier-than-thou? And her fans, too, filling the internet with filth and insults. Why hasn’t anyone banned those accounts?”

“She plagiarized, for crying out loud! Flat out stole your work. Yet people still insist she’s innocent, like she’s pure as snow. Anyone with half a brain can see her excuses are just a cover-up. Is everyone online an idiot? And that trophy—who needs her charity? Since when does a cheater deserve to hold the winner’s cup?”

“The media must have been paid off. There’s no other explanation for those garbage posts.”

Emily could only shake her head and tug gently on Elizabeth’s sleeve. “All right, calm down. Why don’t you have some water before you talk yourself hoarse?”

Elizabeth, undeterred, jabbed Emily’s forehead with her finger, her voice brimming with frustration.

“You—why did you even bother saving her? Would it really have been so bad if the shelf had hit her instead? You’re too soft, honestly. You rushed to help her without a second thought, but do you think she’d ever do the same for you? For all you know, Isabella and her so-called friends are laughing at you behind your back. And those fans—when they found out you tried to save her, they turned around and spat on you anyway. It’s like that old story about biting the hand that feeds you. Promise me you’ll never do something so reckless again, okay?”