My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 705

Brandon Ross stammered, “I—I didn’t say anything, I really didn’t—”

“Tell the truth,” Isabella Austin snapped, her voice tight with frustration. “Lying now is pointless.”

On the other end of the line, Brandon’s voice dropped to an anxious whisper. “How did it get so bad that the police showed up?”

Isabella closed her eyes in exasperation. “That’s a question for you. Why didn’t you listen to me? Why did you go and tell Emily Blair things you had no business telling her?”

Brandon mumbled, “We didn’t say much. We just told her you used your trust fund to pay for Helen and me to go to school. That’s all, I swear.”

Isabella could feel her blood pressure rising.

That trust fund—combined with the whole mess surrounding Brandon and Helen’s identities—was more than enough to prove there was something illegal between her and Matthew Ross.

No wonder the police had zeroed in on her so quickly. So it was these two idiots who’d spilled everything.

Brandon was still nervously seeking reassurance. “Ms. Austin, that shouldn’t cause any trouble, right?”

Isabella let out a bitter laugh. “You’ve ruined your brother’s life.”

“And you’ve ruined mine, too!”

She ended the call abruptly, her mind racing.

No time to waste. Isabella hurried over to Benjamin Gomez, shooting him a look that begged him to eat faster.

Benjamin, seeing the urgency in her eyes, didn’t dare drag things out. He wolfed down a few more bites and set his fork and knife aside.

“Shirley,” he called out.

Shirley, the nanny who looked after little Ashley, appeared in the doorway from the kitchen. “Yes, Mr. Gomez? Do you need something?”

She was genuinely scared—scared Benjamin would be disgusted, that he’d think she was someone not worth his time.

If she could help it, she would never have told him any of this. But if she kept it from him, there was no way he could help.

She waited and waited, but Benjamin didn’t say a word.

Just as Isabella, her nerves stretched thin, risked a glance upward, Benjamin’s hand shot out and gripped her chin, tilting her face up. He looked down at her, eyes dark and unreadable.

Isabella’s voice trembled. “Benjamin, are you mad at me?”

He didn’t answer, and her anxiety only grew.

“Benjamin, I know—you must be disappointed in me. But please, I’m only asking for your help this one time. I promise, I swear, I’ll never do anything like this again. Just help me, just this once. After this, I’ll be good, I promise.”