My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 884

Tears welled up in Tate Vargas’s eyes. “I know I should’ve sought her out sooner—I’ve let her down. But I still want to do what I can to make it up to her. I’m not asking for her forgiveness. I just want to know if she’s okay.”

“Don’t worry, Professor,” Emily Blair said gently, taking the photograph from him. “I understand. I’ll look into it.”

Gripping her hand with trembling fingers, Tate nodded, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you... thank you, Emily. Truly.”

She patted his hand reassuringly. “Try to relax.”

Tate turned, reached beneath his pillow, and pulled out a slim folder, handing it to her.

“These are some documents about Adelaide George and the child. You can start from here... cough, cough...” He struggled to speak, his breath shaky. “If you can, please look for Adelaide George as well. Back then, she must have suffered so much having a child alone. I left her some money—it’s the least I could do.”

Emily flipped open the file. The first thing she saw was Adelaide George’s photo and her basic information. Pinned to the top right corner was a photo of a young Adelaide, her gentle smile framed by delicate features, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

George—was that her real surname?

It wasn’t a common name. Emma George came to mind as well.

Emily skimmed through the details, focusing on the hospital where Adelaide had given birth—a well-known public hospital in the capital, famous for its obstetrics department. Emily knew its reputation firsthand.

She turned to the next page: information about the orphanage.

After scanning the documents, Emily closed the folder and spoke solemnly. “I’ll get started right away.”

Tate nodded, relief washing over his tired face. “Good. I trust you. I feel better already.”

On the drive back, Emily immediately asked her assistant to dig up any records from the hospital and the orphanage—anything that might help them learn more.

She also messaged Tristan Davis, giving him a quick rundown about Adelaide George.

If anyone could uncover hidden details, it was Tristan. Emily trusted him completely—he’d find what Tate never could.

He replied almost instantly: No problem.

Emily sent a voice message back. “Thanks, Tristan. Dinner’s on me when you’re back—your pick.”

Tristan called her straight away. “Why is it always dinner? How about you owe me something else this time?”