My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 354

You can fake your words, your actions, even your smiles—but the truth always shows in your eyes.

Emily Blair’s eyes were the purest she’d ever seen.

Clear, bright, and unwavering.

Eyes like those made her like Emily from the very first moment. She had no proof, didn’t know Emily well at all, but she was certain all the rumors about Emily were lies—baseless gossip, nothing but slander.

Maybe it was precisely because of those rumors that she felt an extra sense of care for Emily, the kind of protectiveness a teacher feels for a student. She wanted to help whenever she could. She couldn’t just stand by and watch Emily’s future be ruined by malicious talk.

And now, as she looked at Emily again, she saw the same clear, steady gaze as when they first met.

So pure, so determined—how could she possibly refuse Emily’s request?

In the end, she simply said, “I’ll go with you. If anything goes wrong, I can speak up for you.”

Emily hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

She could tell Emily didn’t want to drag her into this. So she spoke again, firmly, “Even if you tell me not to, I’m going. This is my school—I’m a teacher. I can go wherever I like.”

Emily’s eyes widened in surprise.

She almost laughed—when Emily was calm, she was sharp and composed. But when she got flustered, with those wide eyes, she looked adorably clueless.

With a student this naive, how could she not worry?

“It’s settled, then. No arguments.”

Leaning on her cane, Emily limped into the room. “Good afternoon,” she said quietly.

“Good? What’s so good about it?” The principal’s temper flared. He slammed his hand on the desk, making a mug rattle. “We’ve all been waiting here for ages, and you—a student—have the nerve to keep your teachers waiting?”

Emily met his gaze, her voice calm. “Our meeting was set for three. There are still ten minutes left. I’m not late.”

The principal faltered, glancing at the clock on the wall. Realizing she was right, his face flickered with discomfort.

But he recovered quickly, scowling as he stared her down. “So that’s your attitude? For every word we say, you have ten to answer! Do you even see us as your teachers? What, do you resent us for calling you here?”

Ms. Carter’s frown deepened.

This wasn’t a conversation; it was just picking a fight.