Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 516

Larson frowned. Why would Theodore be calling him now?

Still, he answered.

"Big—Mr. Bennett," Theodore said from the other end.

Larson's frown deepened. Big Mr. Bennett? What was that about?

"Mr. Bennett, I'm calling on the off chance… is Emma not doing well?"

"How would you know that?" Larson's voice was sharp.

"Just a guess," Theodore said. "She hasn't been to the Wellness Center or to rehearsal in days. The other dancers don't know what's going on. That's not like her. After such a successful performance, she would normally be practicing with even more passion. So, she's either sick, or…"

An idea suddenly sparked in Larson's mind. "You know her pretty well, don't you?"

After all, he had been absent for most of Emma's life. Theodore, for all his faults, had known her for over a decade—three years as classmates, five as husband and wife. Maybe, just maybe, he held the key to unlocking her from this mental prison.

"Fairly well. I'd say I'm one of the people in this world who knows her best. Better than Sebastian does."

Larson let out a derisive snort. "You've got a lot of nerve saying that."

Theodore's voice was hesitant. "Yes, I was a bastard. But now that I've come to my senses, I still know her better than anyone. Is Emma… heartbroken? And I don't mean just a normal kind of heartbroken."

He was so certain because he knew how resilient Emma had always been. Growing up in that family, she had been like a blade of grass in a storm—bent, but never broken. The deepest wound she had ever suffered was the one he had inflicted on her during their marriage, and even that hadn't been enough to crush her spirit.

For her to stop dancing now, to stop her physical therapy, all because of Sebastian… it meant that the damage was even more severe than what he had done.

He couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of pain could break her like that.

Larson was silent for a moment. "Theodore, Emmie is not in a good place. It's like she's trapped by some kind of inner demon. Nothing we say is getting through to her. Do you have any ideas?"

"An inner demon?" Theodore wasn't quite sure what he meant. "What about a psychologist?"

"She refuses."

Theodore didn't hesitate. "Mr. Bennett, can you let me try?"

Larson was torn.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify