My Great Escape Led Me to You novel Chapter 382

Before coming here, Emily Blair had already explained everything to Kevin Lane—there was no need to repeat herself.

She got straight to the point. “Grandpa Kevin, what’s your decision?”

Kevin Lane's clouded eyes fixed on her for a long moment. His thin lips pressed into a severe line, the wrinkles on his face deepening, and his silver hair was neatly combed. He sat upright in a tailored light-gray suit, every inch the dignified patriarch.

Though age had crept up on him, he still carried himself with a striking energy; in the set of his jaw and the arch of his brows, you could catch a glimpse of the formidable man he once was.

You could also see traces of Andrew Lane in his features—or perhaps it was more accurate to say that Andrew bore the unmistakable mark of the man who’d raised him. It was clear now just how much Andrew was shaped by Kevin Lane’s hand.

After a tense pause, Kevin Lane finally spoke, his voice raspy and weighty. “And why should I believe that you’ll really leave Andrew for good? What’s to stop you from coming back once you’re gone, from starting all over again? If I help you disappear, what’s to stop you from dragging him back into this mess?”

Emily had expected this. She offered a faint, unruffled smile. “You’re right, I can’t give you any proof—nothing solid, nothing that would really satisfy you. So you don’t have to help me if you don’t want to. But if you don’t, you’ll just have to stand by and watch as Andrew drags me back to the Lane Estate, and I think you’ll regret not helping me when you had the chance.”

Her smile remained calm, her gaze steady. “From what I can see, Andrew’s almost completely slipped out of your control, hasn’t he? How much longer do you really think you can stop him, just by playing the part of the concerned elder?”

A shadow passed over Kevin Lane’s face. His eyes narrowed, the air around him turning colder.

There was no time to waste—Emily didn’t plan on dragging this out.

She pulled out her phone and tapped to play a recording she’d just made.

Kevin Lane’s gaze followed her movements, settling on the phone’s screen as Andrew Lane’s familiar voice crackled through the speaker, along with her own.

“I’ll have someone speak to the school. Don’t even think about dropping out.”

“Don’t try any tricks. I’ll pick you up myself tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll have people watching the place.”

There were two lines in particular that stood out—Emily noticed the flicker of something strange in Kevin Lane’s eyes as those words echoed through the study.

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