My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 501

Isabella Austin smiled as she took Dennis Lane’s hand, accepting his coat from an attendant. “Alright, let’s go home and have dinner with Grandpa.”

Dennis nodded obediently. This was his moment to be sweet; in his soft, childish voice, he agreed.

The shopping mall wasn’t far from the Lane family estate. Yet they’d barely been on the road before Dennis fell asleep in Isabella’s arms. As he dozed, he looked much more angelic—quiet and well-behaved, his delicate features peaceful and endearing. The sight made Isabella’s heart swell with tenderness; she gently patted his back, humming under her breath.

But gradually, the smile faded from Isabella’s lips. In a low voice, she asked, “Andrew, did you pick her up?”

Andrew Lane glanced at Dennis’s sleeping face, his tone cool. “No. She had something else to do.”

Isabella couldn’t say she was surprised, but she still felt a heavy weight in her chest. “Andrew, I’ve been meaning to ask—why do you want her to come back?”

Andrew shifted his gaze, looking at Isabella directly.

For years now, Isabella had lived at the Lane estate, surrounded by comfort and luxury. Her face, which should have shown some trace of time or worry, was still soft and flawless, untouched by hardship.

For five years, she’d lived like a princess in a castle, with Andrew as her steadfast knight. He handled every matter, while her only concerns were how long to practice piano each day or when to take Dennis to eat or nap. Life was simple, sheltered.

Andrew knew he owed her nothing, so he saw no reason to hide the truth. “She wants to buy the rights to Black and White Rabbit.”

Isabella was caught off guard. “Black and White Rabbit?”

Andrew nodded.

A faint, uneasy smile flickered at Isabella’s lips. She spoke gently, “You’re thinking of selling the rights to Emily Blair? But didn’t you buy Black and White Rabbit just for me? Your company’s new game is about to launch—why would you sell it now?”

Her smile faltered.

Emily held up her phone with a shrug. “I finally get to come back, of course I’m going to catch up with old friends. Move, I’m heading out.”

Tristan studied her, his expression thoughtful. “Old friends, huh.”

Then, with shameless determination, he declared, “Well, I’m coming too.”

Emily clicked her tongue. “Be serious. You don’t even know them—what would you do there?”

Tristan scowled at her, as if she’d broken his heart. “What’s that supposed to mean? You drag me to a strange city and now you want to leave me alone in a hotel room? Are you even human?”

Emily stared him down, expression flat. “Are you seriously pulling this nonsense now?”

Tristan protested, “Besides, who knows how long you’ll be gone? Am I just supposed to wait here all night? I don’t care—I’m coming with you.”