My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 710

He’d known Isabella Austin for nearly two decades—if anyone understood her character, it was him. Isabella was no saint, and no one would call her selflessly kind, but there was simply no way she’d ever stoop to something so vile, so utterly without scruples.

He couldn’t stand listening to Emily Blair slander Isabella like this.

Alex White’s patience snapped. His voice was low and edged with warning. “Emily, what on earth are you talking about?”

Both Emily Blair and Elizabeth Wilson seemed startled by his outburst. They turned to look at him, wide-eyed.

Alex let out a cold laugh. “So that’s why you came to see me the other day—were you hoping I’d join you in dragging Isabella’s name through the mud?”

Emily stood frozen for a moment before shaking her head hard. “No, that’s not it. I wasn’t slandering her.”

Alex’s tone was icy. “Still trying to deny it? I heard everything you said. I don’t even need to look at your so-called evidence to know Isabella could never do something like this. She’s barely even met Matthew Ross a handful of times.”

He fixed Emily with a look of utter disappointment. “I figured, no matter how jealous you were of Isabella, you’d have some boundaries. I guess I was wrong. Every time, you find a new low. You’ll say anything to drag her down with you.”

The disgust in Alex’s eyes was unmistakable as he looked at Emily. “Don’t let me hear you talk about Isabella like this again. And stop chasing after me—I find it revolting.”

Emily shook her head desperately. “No, you don’t understand. I have proof. I can show you it was her. Just look.”

She pulled out her phone, unlocking the screen and reaching it out to Alex, but he pushed her hand aside without hesitation.

Luckily, Emily had a tight grip on her phone, or it would have gone flying.

“I don’t need to see it!” Alex snapped. “If you’re set on slandering someone, it’s not hard to fake evidence. I’m not interested in your tricks, and I’m tired of you acting like some wounded innocent in front of me.”

Once he was in his car, Alex still felt none of his anger had been spent. He slammed both fists against the steering wheel in frustration.

Without thinking, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found Isabella’s name. His finger hovered over the call button, but suddenly he stopped.

He shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

Isabella had been so busy lately. Sometimes it would take her hours or even a whole day to reply to his texts, and often her messages would come in the middle of the night.

He didn’t want to add to her burdens, not when she was already swamped. Forcing himself to calm the anger still burning in his chest, Alex started the engine and drove off.

He trusted Isabella Austin—trusted her as deeply and instinctively as he trusted himself.