My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 371

Staring at the name on the screen, Emily Blair paused, her eyes lingering on the familiar letters. The phone kept ringing and vibrating in her hand, each buzz another impatient demand for her to answer.

Emily sat quietly, unmoving, her gaze locked on Andrew Lane’s name. She didn’t even twitch a finger.

She didn’t need to guess—Andrew Lane had probably seen the post she made online and was now calling to scold her.

According to Andrew Lane’s precious Isabella Austin, she was now “clinically depressed,” and somehow her post had supposedly “brought depression into their family.”

Emily ignored the calls. She tossed the phone aside, pulled out her suitcase, and began to pack.

She had nothing to say to Andrew Lane. Not anymore.

Her flight was already booked. She had arranged everything with her grandmother’s hospital—two days from now, she’d be leaving for the capital.

It had only been two months since she moved out of the Lane family’s house and into this small rented apartment. She didn’t have much to take with her. Even with one ankle still in a cast, she managed to pack up everything she needed in less than half an hour.

When she finished, Emily leaned on her crutch, washed her hands, and returned to sit on the bed.

She glanced at her phone. The screen was filled with missed call notifications—over twenty of them. Half from unknown numbers, the rest all from Andrew Lane.

She’d heard the phone ringing the whole time she was packing, and when it got too loud, she’d simply switched it to silent.

Emily frowned.

This wasn’t the first time Andrew Lane had blown up her phone like this. The last time had been… in another life.

Back then, too, it was all because of Isabella Austin.

She remembered how, after things soured between her and Andrew Lane—and the entire Lane family—life had become nearly impossible. They’d shut every door in her face. She couldn’t find a job, not even washing dishes or waiting tables. Her only income was whatever meager savings she’d managed to hide away.

Time passed. Eliana, her daughter, grew to three years old—old enough for preschool.

Naively, Emily believed the Lanes wouldn’t go so far as to punish Eliana, Andrew Lane’s own flesh and blood. Surely, she thought, they’d at least allow their granddaughter to attend school.

But after being rejected by every preschool in the city, Emily finally pressed one of the teachers for answers. That’s when she learned the truth—the Lane family had made sure Eliana was blacklisted from every school in town.

The shock nearly knocked Emily off her feet.

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