My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 124

Even though the man tried to dodge, Emily Blair still managed to land a few desperate kicks.

The men cursed under their breath. One of them raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face, several times in a row, until her vision swam with stars and her mind turned to chaos.

No matter how fiercely she struggled, she was no match for the combined strength of several men.

They dragged her into a shadowy corner. She could hear the sounds of their belts being unbuckled, their voices thick with excitement.

Emily Blair was on the edge of despair.

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At the Lane Estate, Andrew Lane watched Isabella Austin finish her chicken soup before standing up. “I’ll see her out. I’ll be back soon.”

Isabella’s expression froze, her eyes flashing with malice and surprise.

If Andrew went out—if he saw what was happening—everything would fall apart.

She quickly set down her bowl and caught Andrew by the hand, her voice soft and pleading. “But I want you to stay here with me.”

Andrew gently but firmly removed her hand from his wrist. His deep voice held a note of tenderness. “I’ll be back soon.”

A dark shadow flickered in Isabella’s eyes. She clung to his arm even tighter, her voice trembling with a hint of wounded vulnerability.

“Andrew, after what happened last night… I’m still a little shaken. Please, stay with me. Let someone else see Emily out—please?”

He regarded her for a moment, silent.

Isabella’s heart pounded in her chest.

For a split second, she was certain Andrew had seen straight through her act.

But then he said, “I’ll go. There’s something I need to discuss with her.”

He leaned down and wrapped her in a strong embrace, his warm hand gently patting her back as if to comfort her sadness.

“It’s alright. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Isabella knew there was no changing his mind now.

The voice was almost exactly as she remembered from before—cold, sharp, and blazing with fury.

In the past, hearing that voice had filled Emily with terror.

Now, it was her only hope.

Tears welled in her eyes as she turned toward the sound, her voice weak and hoarse. “Andrew Lane…”

She saw a dark figure at the edge of the shadows, racing toward her.

Emily squeezed her eyes shut.

Then she heard the unmistakable thud of fists meeting flesh, and the agonized screams of her attackers.

Her strength gone, she collapsed onto the floor.

When she opened her eyes again, it was because someone had lifted her up—strong arms, trembling ever so slightly, as if still shaken by what might have been.