My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 442

The Lane Estate’s staff wasted no time. In less than ten seconds, they grabbed her by both arms and tossed her into the room like she was nothing more than a rag doll. She landed hard on the floor, pain exploding in her abdomen so violently that darkness and weakness swept through her entire body. Emily curled up on the cold floor, shivering and drenched in cold sweat, her muscles spasming with pain. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to crawl to the door and banged on it with what little strength she had left.

“Please… help me…”

Her voice was barely more than a whisper, thin and trembling. “My stomach hurts… Please, help me…”

No one answered.

Apart from someone delivering her meals at the usual times, no one cared about her pale face or the agony she was in—let alone thought about taking her to a doctor.

Her thoughts drifted to Andrew Lane.

She was carrying Andrew Lane’s child. Maybe that would make a difference. Maybe he’d stand up for her.

Andrew Lane came home every other day to have dinner with Kevin Lane, which meant he’d be back the next day.

She spent hours lying by the door, knocking again and again, desperately hoping Andrew Lane would hear her.

But still, no one came.

Those two days passed in utter darkness. Emily Blair survived them in a haze of pain.

She couldn’t tell which hurt more—missing the entrance exam, or the possibility of losing her baby. She drifted through those days, numb and hollow, her eyes empty.

Maybe it was because those days were so suffocating that, looking back now, Emily could barely remember the details. The pain, the desperation—they’d become a blur. Sometimes she wondered if she’d imagined just how unbearable it all was.

Now, as she faced this year’s entrance exam again, the memories from her past life kept resurfacing at odd moments.

Getting a second chance at the exam didn’t bring her much happiness.

The opportunity she’d fought so hard to reclaim was something most people simply took for granted.

“Emily Blair…”

Tristan’s expression soured immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve always been nice.”

Emily scoffed, “No thanks. I’m worried you’ll just drop me off at a gaming café instead.”

Tristan could hardly look more offended if he tried. He slammed his bowl and fork back onto the table, glowered in silence for a moment, then, surprisingly, didn’t argue. Instead, wearing the same scowl, he said in an imperious tone,

“Do I look like that kind of guy? Emily, since I’m in a good mood—and because you’ve got your big test tomorrow—I’ll grant you one favor. Anything you want.”

Emily saw he’d finished washing the dishes, so she left the kitchen, tossing back over her shoulder, “Wow, look at you being all generous.”

Tristan followed, not letting it go. “So, do you want it or not?”

Emily was about to reply when the bathroom door opened—Emma George stepped out.

Emma froze for a second when she saw Tristan standing in the living room. “Wait—you’re that guy…”