My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 130

Sebastian Austin jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at her. “Emily Blair, don’t get cocky. You really think I’m actually going to prison?”

A twisted grin crept across his face. “Just watch. I’ll be out before you know it.”

Before Emily could reply, Isabella Austin rushed over. Gripping Emily’s arms with both hands, Isabella looked up, her eyes red and swollen, playing the part of the pitiful victim to perfection.

“Emily, it’s Sebastian who owes you an apology. Please, don’t blame him, blame me, all right? It’s all my fault. Sebastian just cares about me too much, he didn’t mean any of it…”

Emily gave a cold, mocking smile and shook her arms free from Isabella’s grasp.

“Oh, he didn’t mean it? Then tell me, what does it look like when he actually means it?”

Right then, Isabella seemed as fragile as a willow branch in the wind. Emily barely touched her, but Isabella staggered back unsteadily, collapsing straight into Andrew Lane’s arms.

“Andrew…” she whimpered, wrapping her trembling arms around his waist, sobbing so hard her shoulders shook, a picture of utter misery.

Andrew frowned and pressed his lips together, looking as though his heart was breaking for her.

To anyone passing by, it would seem like Emily was the bully tormenting this weeping, helpless woman.

Emily strode forward, her gaze sweeping over the trio with biting sarcasm.

“Isabella, don’t tell me you forgot the night Andrew Lane made me kneel outside the hospital room?”

She continued, “Why are you all pretending to be so innocent?”

Before the truth came out, Isabella and her crowd played the innocent. And after the truth was revealed, Isabella still clung to her role as the wounded victim, subtly casting Emily as the villain.

How convenient.

Sebastian spat on the ground, his face twisted with rage. “Sis, don’t you dare apologize to her! I didn’t do anything wrong. She deserved it! Why else would I only go after her and no one else?”

Elizabeth Wilson had finally had enough. She jabbed a finger at Sebastian and unleashed a rapid-fire tirade. “You’re all bark and no bite, aren’t you? I bet you only wear pants so nobody sees how pathetic you really are. Greasing your hair like some third-rate gangster, your face is so oily you could fry an egg on it, and every time you shake your head, it’s like it’s snowing dandruff. Honestly, it’s disgusting.”

“If I were you, I’d never leave the house. Skin as thick as shoe leather, and you still try to act tall—what a joke!”

Her words came so fast and sharp that Sebastian just stood there, mouth open, lost for a comeback.

Emily glanced over, genuinely startled. “You… wow, that was actually impressive.”

Sorry for what? Sorry he hadn’t covered up the truth well enough? Sorry Isabella had to apologize on his behalf?

Emily turned and followed Elizabeth out, her stride firm.

Suddenly, a shout rang out behind her.

“Isabella! Isabella, what’s wrong?”

“Mr. Lane, hurry! Take Isabella to the hospital, quick!”

Chaos erupted in the room, but Emily didn’t look back.

Not until hurried, heavy footsteps sounded behind her. She looked up to see Andrew Lane carrying Isabella in his arms, his face grave, his eyes dark with rare, genuine worry.

Isabella had fainted.

Emily watched as Isabella, eyes tightly shut, suddenly cracked one open and shot her a sly, triumphant smile.

Elizabeth leaned in and muttered, “What’s the matter, did the dead just rise?”