My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 409

After a moment, Maxwell Perez finally mustered the courage to speak. "How about you come to class every other day?"

Emily Blair sniffled, on the verge of tears again.

Maxwell hesitated, then offered, "…Or maybe every third day?"

Her tears started to fall.

He tried again, "…Or every fourth day? Fifth?"

Emily covered her face with her hands and sobbed even louder.

Desperate, Maxwell glanced around for support from the other teachers, who all seemed suddenly fascinated by the ceiling, the doorway, or the view outside—anywhere but Maxwell himself.

His face twisted through a rainbow of conflicted emotions.

Eventually, he let out a long sigh. "Fine. We’ll do it your way. But if you don’t get the top score on the next mock exam, you’ll have to come back to school immediately."

He added sternly, "And after this, no more tears to get your way. I won’t be making any more exceptions."

At last, Emily broke into a smile, nodding eagerly. "Okay!"

She left the rest of the enrollment paperwork to the teachers and walked out of the school, dabbing at imaginary tears, her spirits soaring.

As she stepped outside, she ran into Elizabeth Wilson, who had just arrived. Noticing Emily’s red-rimmed eyes, Elizabeth shot up from the planter where she’d been sitting and frowned. "Who upset you?"

Emily chuckled. "No one."

She explained the whole story, and Elizabeth’s worried expression eased as she shook her head. "They really picked the wrong person to argue with, didn’t they?"

By "they," she meant Maxwell and the other teachers.

"Come on," Emily said, tugging Elizabeth’s arm and heading for the nearest subway station.

Elizabeth hurried to keep up. "Are you sure about this? I mean, the entrance exam is coming up. Won’t skipping classes mess up your chances?"

Emily raised an eyebrow. "Don’t worry, I’ve got it under control."

Elizabeth gave her a skeptical look, then smacked her lips. "Alright, just don’t come crying to me if it all goes sideways."

Emily laughed softly. "I don’t think it will."

Her second chance at life had changed a lot, but surely not enough to alter the actual test questions.

Elizabeth shook her head. "You never know. The stuff that happens to you is just unreal."

Emily’s smile faltered for a second, but Elizabeth quickly waved her hands. "Alright, I’ll stop, I’ll stop. Let’s go."

Emily paused, surprised. "You need something from him?"

Elizabeth looked a little embarrassed. "Remember how I was always telling you Xavier kept bugging me to go get fried food with him? Well, at first he used to talk about his major and I barely listened, but over time I started paying attention."

Her eyes lit up. "He’s studying computer science. All those students, they spend their time writing code—you know, the stuff that runs software and games. I’ve watched Xavier code a few times. It looked amazing! After listening a few times, I realized it’s actually really cool. I can’t even explain it, but I just think it’s fascinating."

Emily thought, No way. Could it really be this much of a coincidence? Was fate actually lending her a hand?

Elizabeth continued, "So I asked him if he’d teach me. He said he’d show me once he got to the city—but only if I brought him some fried snacks."

Emily couldn’t help but marvel. What was it about Elizabeth’s homemade snacks that had Xavier so hooked?

But for Emily, this was the best possible news.

In her past life, Elizabeth and Xavier had started a tech company together, launching tons of popular apps and games—some of which became sensations, even worldwide.

Emily had tried before to get Elizabeth interested in coding, but back then, she’d shown zero interest.

Who would have guessed that this time, Elizabeth would get interested all on her own?

If that wasn’t a sign that the universe was on her side, what was?