My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 786

Isabella Austin’s father suddenly pushed himself upright, his hand trembling as he braced against the wall. He brushed away Andrew Lane’s attempt to steady him and, with effort, bent forward in a stiff, awkward bow.

Andrew shot to his feet, frowning deeply. “Dad, please—don’t do this…”

Ignoring him, Isabella’s father pleaded, his voice hoarse with desperation. “I’m begging you. For the sake of what you and Isabella once shared, when she wakes up, don’t tell her anything right away. Wait until she’s a little stronger, give her time to prepare herself. Don’t frighten her. Don’t let her break down in tears. That’s all I ask. Please.”

Andrew gripped the old man’s arm, his brow furrowed so tightly it formed a deep crease. He opened his mouth to respond, but at that very moment, the doors to the emergency room swung open behind them.

Isabella’s father trembled and pulled free from Andrew’s grasp, staggering forward on unsteady legs.

“Doctor, how is she?” he called out, hope straining in his voice.

The doctor’s face was grave as he shook his head. “I’m very sorry. We did everything we could.”

“That… that’s not possible…” The old man’s words hitched. Time seemed to freeze as he struggled for breath, then collapsed to the floor, his body going rigid as he lost consciousness.

The last thing he saw was Andrew rushing toward him.

Andrew knelt beside Isabella’s father, cradling his limp body. His dark eyes simmered with a fearful intensity as he glared at the doctor.

The doctor shrank back a step, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry. We truly did all we could.”

Andrew gently handed Isabella’s father over to a nearby nurse, then turned to face the doctor. “I want to see her.”

“Sir, please,” the doctor said quietly, “let us move the patient out first. Then you can go in, all right?”

Andrew stood rigidly at the doorway, eyes clouded with grief.

Meanwhile, Emily Blair had slept for nearly an entire day. When she finally woke, she was unaware of everything that had happened outside her hospital room. It was only after she’d regained her composure that Tristan Davis told her the news.

Emily studied her expression but saw no hint of emotion. “You’ve heard?”

Rose nodded, her face blank. “Yes.”

Emily pressed her lips together. “If you want, I can—”

“No,” Rose interrupted. “I know what you’re about to say, but honestly, I… I never wished for things to end like this. Sure, I hated Isabella Austin, but I never wanted her dead. Maybe it’s fate. Maybe it’s just karma catching up with her… Anyway, the truth is out now. That’s enough for me.”

Emily respected her decision. “All right.”

Rose managed a small, wry smile. “Thank you, Emily. I couldn’t have found out the truth without you.”

“When you’re feeling better, let’s go out for dinner. I owe you that much.”