My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 129

Elizabeth Wilson thought for a moment, then her features softened, her tone suddenly more serious.

“It just came back to me—Alice Anderson’s parents divorced when he was really young. He lived with his dad, and his mom barely ever visited. I heard a few years ago she got stomach cancer, and just a few days ago, she passed away.”

“Alice told me recently he was planning to visit her grave. I heard from others that her cemetery plot is on the east side of town.”

East side.

Emily Blair’s eyes flickered with realization.

That part of town was famous for its exclusive cemetery—local folklore called it a place of good fortune. Wealthy families from the city and even from out of town scrambled to buy plots there. Prices for a single square meter had soared to astronomical levels.

But Alice Anderson’s family wasn’t well-off. How could he possibly afford a burial there?

A suspicion crept in—Emily Blair felt herself drawing closer to the truth.

Without hesitation, Emily decided to check out of the hospital and, together with Elizabeth, hailed a cab to the east side cemetery.

The cemetery.

She and Elizabeth stood before a gravestone that stood out starkly from the others.

All around them, inscriptions boasted of the deceased’s accomplishments and honors.

But this headstone—a middle-aged woman’s—had only a faded photograph and a simple line:

“May your next life be peaceful and happy.”

In the photo, the woman’s eyes crinkled with a gentle, slightly awkward smile, her features bearing a striking resemblance to Alice Anderson’s.

Elizabeth spoke quietly. “That’s Alice’s mom. I met her once.”

“Alice’s parents divorced because his dad was abusive. His mom was a homemaker—no income of her own. So, when they split, the court gave custody to his dad.”

“Alice is a good kid. When he found out his mom was sick, he tried everything—odd jobs, whatever he could find—to pay for her treatment. But by then, it was already too late.”

“His mom was so poor, she survived by picking through trash.”

“How could Alice possibly afford a plot here?”

Neither of them needed to answer. Both Emily and Elizabeth already knew.

In the end, Emily left him with a single promise: “Don’t worry about Sebastian Austin tossing your mother’s ashes. I’ll make sure she has a proper resting place.”

Alice’s head snapped up. The tall young man’s eyes filled with tears, his lips trembling.

“Emily… I’m so sorry.”

After that, Alice confessed everything to the police—how Sebastian Austin orchestrated it all, got him the job at The Lane Estate, told him exactly when and where to make a scene with Isabella Austin, even how to frame Emily Blair. He explained it all, every last detail.

When Emily left the police station, she ran right into Andrew Lane, Isabella Austin, and Sebastian Austin coming in.

Sebastian looked utterly defeated, eyes downcast.

Isabella, clinging to Andrew’s arm, covered her mouth as she sobbed, her eyes red and wide, looking heartbreakingly innocent.

Andrew’s dark eyes were clouded, his lips pressed in a grim line.

Emily stood before them, chin lifted, and gave a small, wry smile. “The truth’s out. I’m glad.”

She glanced at their somber faces and added, “But looking at you, you don’t seem all that happy about it.”