My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 631

Rose Ward shot to her feet. “Then there’s nothing left to say. You should leave—and don’t come back. I won’t let you in—”

Emily Blair cut her off. “I’ve uncovered something interesting. I hope you’ll sit down and hear me out.”

Rose’s expression darkened. “I told you, I’m not helping you.”

Without another word, Emily pulled out her phone, opened the file Elizabeth Wilson had sent her, and held it out to Rose.

“Take a look. You can decide after you’ve read it.”

Rose bit her lip. “What is it?”

“See for yourself.”

Reluctantly, Rose sat back down and took the phone.

Emily waited in silence.

After a moment, Rose slammed the phone down on the table, breathing heavily. “What is this supposed to mean?”

Emily met her gaze calmly. “I had your grandmother’s medical report reviewed by specialists at another hospital. There’s clear evidence of falsification. You can see the conclusion for yourself. The good news is, your grandmother doesn’t have late-stage bone cancer—she only has some minor health issues.”

Rose’s lips trembled.

Emily went on, “Isabella Austin and the so-called expert team she brought in have been lying to you.”

She hesitated, then added, “Even though it isn’t late-stage cancer, all those years of unnecessary chemotherapy have still taken a toll on your grandmother’s body.”

Rose suddenly cut her off, her voice sharp. “I don’t believe you. I don’t believe a word you’re saying.”

“You don’t have to believe me,” Emily replied. “Take the time to get a second opinion at another hospital. I’ll wait for your answer.”

Rose clutched the phone, her knuckles white.

Emily reached over and retrieved her phone. “Tomorrow. I hope you’ll have an answer for me then.”

On her way back, Emily’s phone buzzed with a message from Elizabeth Wilson: *Did it work?*

Emily replied: *It’s not that easy. She doesn’t believe me yet.*

Elizabeth: *Can’t blame her. Anyone would have a hard time accepting that.*

Elizabeth: *Honestly, I was shocked when I got the analysis myself. I never imagined Isabella Austin could be that ruthless.*

Emily lowered her eyes, a shadow crossing her face.

She’d seen Isabella’s cruelty firsthand in her previous life. So when she found out Isabella was funding Rose’s grandmother’s treatment, her suspicions were immediately raised.

Now, those suspicions had been confirmed.

Emily didn’t have to wait until the next day. That night, she received a message from Rose.

Rose: *You were right.*

Emily: *Want to meet and talk?*

Rose: *Okay.*

The upcoming piano competition was an international event. Eldervale’s regional round was being held in the capital, which meant the city was packed with pianists from all over Eldoria.

There were three stages to the competition: the preliminaries, the semifinals, and the final. The top three from the final would move on to the international championship and compete for a spot on the podium.

When Emily arrived, the entrance to the venue was already swarming with people. The crowd was so dense that traffic had come to a standstill.

The girl pouted and let out a huff.

Emily chuckled softly, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. “Don’t be upset, okay? I promise I’ll come see you soon. How about that?”

The girl eyed her suspiciously. “When, exactly? I want to know the day.”

Emily hesitated, caught off guard by her seriousness.

Instantly, the girl’s brow furrowed. “I knew it. Grown-ups are always making promises they don’t keep. You never planned to visit, did you?”

“That’s not—”

“Linda,” a man’s voice called.

Before Emily could respond, Mr. Parker walked over, scooping Linda into his arms.

Emily straightened. “Mr. Parker, it’s been a while.”

His demeanor toward her was distant, a far cry from the friendliness he’d shown when speaking to others just moments ago. “Ms. Blair. Here for the competition as well?”

Emily figured his coldness was likely thanks to Isabella Austin and her so-called evidence of plagiarism. She let it slide. “Yes, I am. Are you competing too?”

Mr. Parker offered no explanation.

Isabella Austin, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, answered for him. “Mr. Parker isn’t here to compete. He’s here to see me.”

Emily arched an eyebrow. “I see.”

Isabella stepped to Mr. Parker’s side and greeted Linda with a bright smile. “Hello there.”