My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 771

When Jesse walked in, Emily Blair was half-sliding off the side of her bed, one hand gripping the arm of her wheelchair to keep from falling. Jesse rushed over and helped steady her.

“Easy there, Ms. Blair. Take it slow.”

Jesse gently eased Emily into her wheelchair until she was settled. Emily caught her breath and murmured, “Thank you.”

Moving behind the wheelchair, Jesse asked, “Where do you want to go, Ms. Blair? I’ll take you.”

Emily glanced at her phone; it had already been fifteen minutes since Tristan Davis had left.

Softly, she said, “I’d like to go downstairs, just to wait a bit at the hospital entrance.”

Jesse hesitated, remembering it was already autumn in the city and the air had begun to chill. Emily’s health wasn’t the best.

“One sec.” Jesse grabbed a light blanket from the sofa and draped it over Emily’s legs. “It’s a bit chilly outside. You should keep warm.”

Emily blinked, looking down at the soft blanket. “Thank you.”

Jesse scratched his head and grinned, a little sheepish. “You should thank Tristan, really. He told me to take good care of you.”

Emily lowered her head and clutched the blanket a little tighter.

She had Jesse wheel her outside, settling beneath the shade of a tree near the hospital’s main entrance. People bustled in and out, and she, sitting in a hospital gown in a wheelchair, drew more than a few curious glances.

Emily ignored the stares, focusing on her phone as she waited.

Minutes ticked by. The longer she sat there, the more ridiculous she felt—like some sideshow act for passersby. If Tristan had any news, he’d call her right away. Waiting here was pointless.

She signaled to Jesse, “Let’s go back inside.”

Jesse didn’t quite understand but nodded without question. “Sure.”

“Thank you,” Emily said, her tone earnest.

Jesse hurried off to the cart. While she waited, Emily scrolled through her messages, hoping to find something new from Alex White.

Nothing.

She stared at the mounting pile of work notifications, a sense of frustration growing in her chest.

Looking up, she checked for Jesse—he was still waiting at the cart.

As she turned away, a black sedan pulled up in front of her.

She didn’t pay it any mind; plenty of black sedans pulled up in front of the hospital. It was nothing unusual.