My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1007

Emily took the vial and agreed. Seeing her take it, Melisa couldn’t contain her doubts. “Is it really her? Isabella Austin?” “I’m almost certain,” Emily replied. “This paternity test is just the final confirmation for the professor.” Melisa’s expression was troubled, her feelings a tangled mess. “How could this be?” “Let’s wait until I have the report,” Emily said. “I’ll explain everything then.” Melisa nodded. “Alright. Thank you for all your trouble.” Emily had intentionally saved a portion of Isabella Austin’s blood sample from the previous test. She gave that sample, along with Tate Vargas’s, to her assistant to have another DNA test run. The report came back the next day. The conclusion at the bottom read: […confirming that Tate Vargas is the biological father of Isabella Austin…] Emily delivered the report to Melisa Vargas, whose expression, predictably, was a storm of conflicting emotions. “I was so worried she was suffering,” Melisa said, her voice heavy. “But at least she grew up in the Austin family. That’s… good, I suppose.” Then she frowned. “Wait a minute. Then where did the Austins’ real daughter go?” Emily simply said she didn’t know. She had no intention of telling anyone that she was the Austins’ biological daughter. “What on earth happened?” Melisa asked. Emily explained parts of the story, omitting her own involvement and focusing only on how Adelaide George had swapped her child with the Austins' baby. After hearing the story, Melisa frowned again. “So, do the Austins know that Isabella isn’t their biological daughter?” “I don’t know,” Emily said. Melisa sighed. “This is going to be complicated. Where is Isabella now?” Emily took out her phone and showed Melisa the police bulletin about Isabella Austin—the one concerning the incident with Matthew Ross. After reading it, Melisa’s expression grew even more complex. “She… she did something like that? But she was raised by the Austins. How could she?” Melisa felt as if she were dreaming, bombarded by one unbelievable revelation after another. Emily put her phone away. “She was supposed to be arrested,” she said calmly, “but she got into a car accident right at that time. She used it to fake her death and escape the country. Now she’s back, with a new face and a new identity.” Melisa pressed her fingers to her temples and let out a long sigh. “How did things get so messy?” Emily didn't have to tell Melisa and Tate any of this, but she had been entrusted with a task and felt a duty to see it through. She had come to tell Melisa her plan. “I intend to report Isabella Austin to the police so she can be held legally accountable.” Melisa sighed again. “That’s what should happen.” “But if the professor learns that his daughter has done these things and is going to prison, I’m afraid his body won’t be able to take it,” Emily said. “So, Melisa, I wanted to get your opinion. Should we tell him or not?” Melisa’s brow furrowed. “This is something my father has wanted for so long…” “You know his health better than anyone,” Emily said. “I want to leave this decision in your hands. Whether you tell him or not is up to you.” Melisa’s face was a mask of anguish. Emily offered a suggestion. “On paper, Isabella Austin is already dead. If you don't want to risk the professor's health, you could just tell him his daughter passed away many years ago. But if you think he can handle it, then we can tell him everything.”