My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 733

She looked at Andrew Lane. “Could you step outside for a moment?”

Andrew met her eyes, concern etched across his face. “Are you feeling unwell? Where does it hurt?”

Emily turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze. “Please. Just go.”

For a moment, Andrew lingered in the room, watching her in silence. Emily couldn’t help but feel unsettled—what was going on here?

She kept quiet, choosing not to look at him again. After a long pause, Andrew finally turned and left, quietly closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Elizabeth Wilson practically bounced onto the edge of Emily’s bed, her eyes scanning Emily’s face with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She couldn’t hold back any longer. “So… what exactly were you and Andrew Lane doing just now?”

Emily let out a sigh of exasperation. “It’s all a misunderstanding. He just happened to be there to help me up, and you all just walked in at the wrong moment.”

Elizabeth made a skeptical sound under her breath.

Even if he was just helping you, did he really need to hold you that tightly?

She kept that thought to herself, though.

Spotting the empty glass on the nightstand, Elizabeth shifted gears. “Are you thirsty? Want some water?”

Emily shook her head, but the question reminded her of something. Remembering the look on Tristan Davis’s face earlier, she asked, “Where did Tristan go?”

Elizabeth poured water into the glass anyway, then glanced up, her voice dropping. “Did you and Tristan have a fight?”

Emily blinked, surprised. “How did you know? Did he say something to you?”

Elizabeth cast a wary glance toward the door and lowered her voice. “When I got here just now, he looked pretty upset. He’s been sitting outside and wouldn’t even come in to see you, so I figured you two must’ve had an argument.”

Elizabeth nodded, then spoke up, her voice warm. “It’s dangerous, sure. But I’m with you, Emily. If you want to keep digging, I’ve got your back—always. But, um…”

Emily glanced at her. “What is it?”

Elizabeth leaned in, lowering her voice further. “It’s normal for you and Tristan to disagree. But there’s no need for things to get this tense. The whole hospital’s talking—everyone knows the handsome guy who’s been taking care of you is in a foul mood today. Even the nurses who usually flirt with him are keeping their distance.”

Emily’s eyes widened slightly at that last part. “He’s really that mad?”

Elizabeth thought for a second. “Honestly, I’ve never seen him like this. He looks like he could punch someone if they so much as say the wrong thing.”

Emily fell silent, worry flickering in her eyes.

Noticing the change in her expression, Elizabeth quickly added, “By the way, while you were unconscious, plenty of girls tried to chat Tristan up. But he completely ignored every single one of them. You don’t need to worry about that.”