My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 848

Mrs. Davis nodded. “Alright. I just didn’t want to say this with your grandfather around, but I want you to know—your father and I support whatever decision you make. If you don’t want to go on blind dates with Cynthia or any other girl, then don’t. If you want to pursue the girl you like, then go for it. If you win her over, bring her home so we can meet her. As long as you love her, we’ll love her too.”

Tristan listened quietly.

“We even looked up Emily Blair online just now,” Mrs. Davis continued. “We read a lot about her. Tristan, we didn’t expect the girl you like to be so remarkable. No wonder you’re so taken with her. Don’t let this chance slip by—your father and I are behind you all the way.”

“Thank you, Mom,” Tristan murmured.

Mrs. Davis smiled warmly. “You know, your father and I have always been busy. We missed so many important moments in your life, and we’ve always felt guilty about it. We’ve been searching for a way to make it up to you, and now we finally have the chance.”

“When it comes to marriage, we’ll talk to your grandfather for you. Just focus on pursuing the one you love. We’ll have your back.”

A faint, grateful smile curved Tristan’s lips. “Alright. Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad.”

“No need to thank us,” Mrs. Davis replied, still smiling. “That’s all I wanted to say. I’ll let you go—drive safe, alright?”

Tristan was about to reply when he heard a bit of background commotion on the other end.

“Wait, don’t hang up yet. I want to say something too…”

It was his father’s voice.

“Dad?” Tristan ventured.

“Yes, I’m here.”

“This stupid thing just crashed and won’t turn back on.”

There was an urgent issue at Vertex International tonight, and as soon as Emily tried to power up her laptop to deal with it, the screen had gone black.

She knew a thing or two about fixing computers and could tell it wasn’t a lost cause; her files would be safe. But she needed her laptop for work right now and didn’t have a backup, so she was understandably anxious.

After explaining the situation, Emily glanced at Tristan and asked, perfectly matter-of-fact, “Can I use your laptop for work?”

Tristan arched an eyebrow. “I’d be honored. I’ll go grab it for you.”

Emily tossed her laptop aside, leaned back on the couch like a queen, and waved him off. “Go on, then. I’m waiting.”