My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 723

Maybe it was the sight of two people with tear-filled eyes, or maybe it was the way they spoke—measured, gentle, every word carefully chosen. Even their gaze was full of kindness, and when they finished, they offered their wishes for a swift recovery.

Everything seemed perfectly reasonable.

But Tristan Davis and Elizabeth Wilson couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Why did the accident happen just as Emily Blair was investigating Isabella Austin? It was hard not to suspect a connection.

Elizabeth’s voice was still thick with tears as she glanced at Tristan, noticing how reluctant he was to leave Emily’s side. “I’ll go to the station and see what’s going on, okay? Why don’t you wait here?”

Tristan’s voice was hoarse as he shook his head. “No need. I’ll send someone.”

Elizabeth almost asked where he’d suddenly found someone to send, but then she noticed a young man rising from a bench outside the hospital entrance. He was ordinary to the point of invisibility—just a plain T-shirt and jeans, someone you’d never remember in a crowd.

The young man walked over, and Tristan leaned in to give him a few instructions. For a moment, a strange look flickered across the man’s face. He glanced into the hospital room at Emily, then nodded. “Got it.”

He hesitated, almost reluctant. “It’s her?”

Tristan nodded.

A look of sympathy crossed the young man’s face. “She’ll make it.”

“Thank you,” Tristan replied quietly.

Once the young man left with the police, Elizabeth turned to Tristan. “Who was that?”

Tristan didn’t offer details. “A friend.”

Elizabeth pressed her lips together.

Tristan’s mind must have been in chaos—just a moment ago, the young man was a subordinate; now he was a friend.

Elizabeth’s thoughts spun with a thousand worries. Suddenly, she remembered something she’d read: when the brain can’t handle too much grief, it slips into a sort of protective mode, letting the mind wander anywhere but the pain.

Elizabeth glanced at Tristan, her feelings complicated. This was the first time she’d ever seen Tristan try to comfort someone; normally, his words only ever managed to upset people.

All of this—he did it for Emily.

And yet, Emily had no idea.

When Emily finally stirred, it was only for a moment. She opened her eyes, gazed at the ceiling, then slipped back into unconsciousness. She didn’t have the strength for anything more.

Alex White regained consciousness sooner—he woke up later that same day.

Before Tristan even received any word from his friend, he was already heading to Alex’s hospital room.

Alex had spent years as a doctor, always tending to others in hospital beds. Now, he was the one laid up, every muscle aching, unable to move, only his eyes darting around to take in everyone gathered at his bedside.

The attending physician was the first to speak. “Dr. White, how are you feeling?”