Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 476

"You'll only get angrier if I tell you."

Emma pointed at herself. "I'm already this angry. If you just tell me the truth, at least I'll know what's going on. Even if I die of anger, I'll die knowing the facts!"

He gave a wry smile and opened the tracking app on his phone, showing it to her. He pointed to a device labeled "Theo." "It was one I bought for her a long time ago. She stopped using it when she got a new one. But last night, this phone suddenly started moving. I called the police right away. Immediately after, Mr. Fairchild called me asking where you were. I had a feeling it was connected to this phone, so I followed the signal. It led me all the way to the port, where I saw your shoe."

Emma couldn't even muster the energy to be angry anymore. All she felt was a cold, cutting sarcasm.

She looked at him and laughed coldly. "How sentimental, Mr. Whitman. You couldn't even bear to unlink a discarded old phone. What, did keeping it connected make you feel like your dear Cici was still by your side?"

"That's not why I kept it. It's a work habit. I save every little trace, every piece of evidence for an unpredictable future…"

"Save it." Emma waved a dismissive hand and turned away. "I have nothing to do with you anymore. You can keep track of whoever you want, just remove me. The very thought that any trace of me still exists in your world makes me sick to my stomach!"

She strode away. Theodore watched her go, saying nothing more.

Up ahead, he could see Sebastian. He didn't know how long he'd been standing there.

She must have seen him, too.

Suddenly, she broke into a run, sprinting toward him.

Sebastian's face lit up when he saw her. He ran to meet her, sweeping her up in a fierce hug that lifted her feet right off the ground. He kissed her forehead, murmuring something softly in her ear.

What could he be saying?

Probably, *"Where have you been?"*

Or, *"I was worried sick when you didn't come back all night."*

There was only a world that no longer included him.

Emma was finally home, and even Fallon breathed a sigh of relief. A whole night away had her worried sick, and seeing Emma back safely brought tears to her eyes.

"I'm fine, Fallon. I'm sorry I made you worry." Suddenly, Emma remembered something. "By the way, you still have Mr. Whitman's contact information, right? You haven't deleted it?"

Fallon looked a bit embarrassed. "Well… I…"

"It's okay, you don't have to explain. Who you keep in touch with is your business. You don't have to change anything because of me," Emma said quickly. "Besides, I know he helped you with the kids' school enrollment, and you might still need his help in the future."

"Ma'…" Fallon was even more mortified, the word "Madam" nearly slipping out. After five years, the habit was deeply ingrained, and she still struggled to control it. She caught herself just in time.

"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it. I'm asking because I need you to do me a favor," Emma said. "Could you transfer two thousand dollars to Mr. Whitman? I'll pay you back. Just tell him it's from me. He'll know what it's for."