My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 895

She tossed out those words and headed toward her bedroom.

Emma George stared after Emily Blair, exasperated. “That girl, honestly...”

A few days later, Emily got her hands on Adelaide George’s file—the information she and Tristan Davis had dug up, which wasn’t much different from what Tate Vargas had found, except it now included Adelaide’s current address.

About a decade ago, Adelaide had married a truck driver and had two sons. Now, the whole family lived in a small town down south, where she worked as a cashier at a local grocery store. Judging from the investigation report and recent photos, she’d put on quite a bit of weight since her youth—middle age and a modest lifestyle had left their mark. Her clothes were plain, a little worn.

Adelaide came from a typical working-class background. Her parents had three children—two daughters and a son. One of the daughters had been sent away years ago and was now missing; Adelaide was the middle child. After finishing junior high, she left school and started working to help support the family.

By chance, she’d ended up working as a housekeeper for the Vargas family, where she gave birth to Tate Vargas’s daughter. According to Tate’s research, after Adelaide abandoned the baby at the steps of an orphanage, she disappeared. The orphanage itself, Sunshine House, shut down a few years later, scattering the children to the wind. Finding any trace of them now would be like searching for a needle in a haystack, which was why Tate’s search had led nowhere.

Sunshine House’s old building had already been demolished; there was a private preschool standing in its place now. Though the records didn’t state where Tate’s daughter had ended up, there were a few promising leads—like the name of the teacher who had taken in the girl at the orphanage years ago.

This teacher had transferred to another children’s home in the city after Sunshine House closed. Conveniently, it wasn’t far from where Emily lived.

She decided to check it out over the weekend.

Tristan, anticipating her thoughts, said, “I’ll go with you.”

Emily glanced at her phone. “No need, I can handle it. You go ahead and focus on your work.”

Tristan raised an eyebrow. “I’m not busy. Besides, weekends are meant for a proper break.”

Emily was about to reply when she heard a faint voice on Tristan’s end—probably his secretary.

She smiled into the phone. “Alright, get back to work. Talk later.”

With that, she hung up.

Cynthia Rivera was a strikingly pretty young woman.

Fidgeting with her hands, Hilaria nodded. “Yes, sir.”

She made her way downstairs, spotting Cynthia at the front desk, clearly annoyed.

Cynthia Rivera was in full flight. “You mean to tell me none of you know who I am? I’m a friend of Mr. Davis. I even know his grandfather! Why do I need an appointment to see him?”

The receptionists exchanged awkward glances. Hilaria quickly stepped in to diffuse the tension. “Ms. Rivera?”

Cynthia spun around to face her. “You’re back? What did he say?”

There was a triumphant gleam in Cynthia’s eyes. “Did Tristan Davis tell you he knows me? I told you, we grew up together. You shouldn’t have kept me waiting—I’m not just anybody.”