Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 477

It covered the shoes and the cab fare. She didn't want to be the one to transfer it to him.

"Oh, of course, right away," Fallon said, immediately taking out her phone to make the transfer.

"Thanks." Emma started up the stairs to her room.

She had just reached the landing when Fallon called out, "He said it's too much money."

"Just tell him I'm covering it! And tell him he can use the extra to pay for a few more phone bills!" Emma's clothes reeked of sea breeze, liquor, and food. She had also been sick. She desperately needed a shower and a change of clean clothes.

Fallon didn't understand the comment, but she relayed the message verbatim.

"Fallon." Sebastian watched Emma's back disappear around the corner of the staircase. "Let me see what he said."

Fallon was reluctant to hand over her phone, but he was… Emma's boyfriend now.

She sighed and gave it to him.

Sebastian opened the chat between Fallon and Theodore and was surprised to find he could scroll through their conversation history from the past few years.

He scrolled all the way to the very beginning, to Theodore's daily instructions.

*"Fallon, remember to follow the doctor's orders and help Emma change positions, otherwise she'll get bedsores."*

*"Fallon, how was her mood today? Was she upset? Did she cry?"*

An agonizing feeling settled in his chest. This phone was like a time machine, opening a portal into the five years of Theodore and Emma's marriage.

Though Emma herself wasn't part of these chats, every single message was about her.

They were brief exchanges, but they offered a glimpse into a world that had been closed and mysterious to him. The five years suddenly had a crack in the door, and he couldn't resist the urge to push it wider, to see more.

"Mr. Remington, could I have my phone back, please?" Fallon asked quietly.

Just then, a new message from Theodore came through: *Her mood isn't great. She had a scare last night, she was sick, and she drank some strong liquor. She might be coming down with a cold. Please take good care of her. Cook her something easy on the stomach and warming. If she does get sick, take her to the doctor. And most importantly, do not let her go out alone. Have several bodyguards accompany her whenever she leaves the house. Don't let your guard down for a single day until she goes abroad again.*

Sebastian stared at the message, then typed a reply with Fallon's phone: *Theodore Whitman, I'm here now. You don't need to worry about her. Mind your own business! People need boundaries. You're the ex-husband!*