My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 717

Emily Blair gathered up the files from her lap, tucking them away neatly before speaking in a soft voice. “If you don’t trust these documents, you’re welcome to look into it yourself. I can wait.”

Alex White still said nothing.

She glanced at him, then continued, “To sum it up: Matthew Ross wanted his younger sister Cynthia to study abroad, but he couldn’t afford it. So Isabella Austin promised to make it happen—if he agreed to work for her. She forced him to misdiagnose Rose Ward’s grandmother, and kept Rose close as her pawn, making Rose compose piano pieces for her.”

“I understand.”

Alex’s voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable.

He had no need to check the facts himself.

He was the one who’d introduced the middleman to help Isabella set up her trust fund in Astoria.

He never asked what exactly Isabella planned to do—he just knew that if she requested something, he would do everything in his power to help her.

Emily watched him, her eyes flickering with something unspoken.

Alex looked utterly wrecked. His lips pressed into a tight line, his brow furrowed so deeply it carved a permanent crease between his eyes. Pain radiated from his expression, raw and almost tangible, frustration and worry knotted at his forehead, stripping away the usual composure of the neatly-dressed doctor and leaving him looking disheveled and lost.

Even Emily, who prided herself on her tough heart, couldn’t bring herself to say anything else that might wound him further.

She fell silent.

Alex stared straight ahead, his mind replaying memories of Isabella Austin over and over.

Isabella Austin was the woman he’d held onto for twenty years.

He had loved her, protected her, devoted himself to her for two decades—and now, everything was crumbling around him.

In that moment, Alex felt a surge of hatred toward Isabella. He hated that she’d asked him to help with the trust fund, knowing full well he was a doctor who lived by his principles. Why would she use him like this, knowing what it would cost him? If he’d known from the start what Isabella intended to do with Matthew Ross, he would have stopped her at any cost.

But it was too late. Everything had already happened.

A wave of dizziness swept over him, the sting of betrayal making his vision swim. He couldn’t control the storm inside him; the weight in his chest pressed down until his eyes stung, and for a moment, he nearly broke down right there in front of Emily Blair.

The car was silent for a long, heavy moment.