My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 697

Sweat beaded on Emily Blair’s forehead. She was still wearing her winter coat from when she boarded the plane, having slept the whole way back home. It wasn’t until the wheels hit the tarmac that she finally woke up, only to realize she’d returned to the height of summer. She shrugged off her coat in her seat, trying to cool down.

“I haven’t eaten yet—I’ll grab something once I get home,” Emily said.

The policewoman gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Still planning to see Matthew Ross? Just so you know, he told us a couple of days ago he doesn’t want to see you anymore.”

She expected to catch a flicker of disappointment or regret in Emily’s eyes, but her face remained calm, utterly unbothered.

Emily replied, “It’s fine. I’m not here to see him this time anyway.”

That caught the officer off guard. “So, you’re here to report something?”

Emily smiled lightly. “Something like that. Actually, before we get into it, can I ask—did Isabella Austin come by recently?”

The policewoman slung her arm around Emily’s shoulders as they sat together on the station’s long bench. “She did. But you know, we already looked into Isabella Austin and Matthew Ross’ connection, and honestly, we came up empty.”

Emily nodded. “That’s exactly what I’m here to talk about.”

She pulled out her phone and scrolled through the files Helen Ross had sent: bank transfers, details about the trust fund—everything.

The officer looked puzzled.

Emily took her time, laying out everything she’d uncovered over the past weeks. As she spoke, the officer’s eyes grew wide, her expression turning grave.

When Emily finished, the officer’s tone had shifted. “If what you’re saying is true, that trust fund could be solid evidence of illegal dealings between Isabella Austin and Matthew Ross. If so, they’re both looking at assault charges—and this goes way beyond a simple misdiagnosis. What happened with his younger siblings is illegal, too. We’ll need to investigate all of it.”

“Send me everything you’ve got,” the officer went on. “The detectives will need time to verify it all. Once we have something concrete, we’ll let you know.”

Without missing a beat, Emily forwarded every piece of evidence—the trust fund records, the suspicious bank transfers, even the documents proving Isabella had tried to get Rose Ward to act as her scapegoat. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“I’m not nervous! You’re imagining things,” Isabella shot back, but her denial sounded thin.

Emily smiled. “Right. If you’ve done nothing wrong, you’ve got nothing to worry about. No need to call me in a panic in the middle of the day.”

Isabella fell silent.

Emily felt a wave of relief wash over her as she rattled Isabella’s nerves. “Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now.”

“Wait—”

But Emily had already ended the call, slipping her phone into the center console and starting the engine for home.

Back on the other end, Isabella Austin stared at her screen, an uneasy feeling gnawing at her that wouldn’t go away.