My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 789

Watching Elizabeth Wilson inch her way along the wall toward the door, Emily Blair couldn't help but sigh. “Get back here. I didn’t say you could leave.”

Elizabeth hesitated, still hiding her face behind her hand as she mumbled, “Are you sure I can stay? If you two want to talk, go ahead, really. Don’t mind me, I can just—slip out…”

Emily shot her a look. “Sit. Down. That’s not a request.”

Elizabeth spun around instantly and flashed a textbook-perfect smile before perching obediently on the edge of a chair, setting her fruit basket carefully on the floor.

Tristan Davis rubbed his nose, then stood up and moved over to the couch nearby.

Elizabeth watched him with a sly, teasing grin. “No worries, you can keep your seat. Pretend I’m not even here.”

Emily’s glare cut her off mid-joke.

Elizabeth immediately straightened, hands folded primly in her lap.

A few moments passed before Emily finally broke the silence. “Alright, enough with the act.”

Elizabeth let out a few awkward laughs, coughed, then turned serious. “Emily, what on earth happened? Tell me—how did you end up back in surgery after just a few days? I was in a meeting when I heard and nearly burst into tears in front of everyone. The minute you woke up, Tristan called and I rushed over.”

Emily nodded toward Tristan, too drained to explain herself. “Ask him.”

Elizabeth’s eyebrows shot up as she turned to Tristan. He nodded without a hint of reluctance, as if he’d expected this. Elizabeth’s expression grew more and more intrigued.

As Tristan summed up the situation—no more than three minutes—Elizabeth’s face cycled from shocked, to anxious, to outright bewildered, and then to a look that said, “I must still be dreaming,” before finally settling on numb disbelief.

To Elizabeth, those three minutes felt like half a lifetime.

Emily didn’t look particularly vengeful, and Elizabeth understood. No matter the circumstances, it was hard for anyone with a conscience to feel joy at someone’s death.

Isabella Austin had made mistakes, but nothing that warranted this.

Maybe, Elizabeth thought, fate itself had intervened.

“It’s all so sudden,” she murmured. “And, honestly, a little too convenient.”

Emily agreed quietly. “It was very sudden.”

“People always say, ‘Only the good die young,’ but Isabella Austin—” Elizabeth trailed off, clicking her tongue. She gave a wry smile. “I keep thinking she’ll pop out of some corner and stir up trouble all over again.”