My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 957

Elizabeth Wilson tapped her toes against the floor. “Even so, I still feel a bit uneasy about all this.”

She hopped over, propping her arms on Emily’s desk. “What do you think the Austins would do if they found out you were their real daughter? Would they regret it? Maybe feel guilty and try to make it up to you?”

Emily Blair thought for a moment. “I doubt it.”

“Why not?”

Emily’s mind flashed back to the way Mrs. Austin had glared at her, practically spitting venom as she accused Emily of ruining Isabella’s life. “If they ever found out, it’d probably be just like in one of those TV dramas: ‘I don’t want you as my daughter; I only want Isabella.’”

Elizabeth let out a laugh. “Wouldn’t even be surprised. The Austins’ way of thinking is honestly beyond me.”

“So, are you actually planning to acknowledge them as your biological parents?”

“No,” Emily said flatly.

“Then… are you going to tell Tristan Davis?”

Emily went quiet for a moment. “It’s not like it’s some terrible secret. I’ll tell him when he gets back—he’s busy right now, and I’d rather not bother him.”

“Whatever you decide, you know I’m always on your side.” Elizabeth patted Emily’s shoulder. “Now get back to work—we’ve got a big project coming up.”

By the time Emily got home, it was already past eight. They’d had an emergency meeting after work about the autonomous driving project; the executives had all agreed to join the bidding, which meant they had to start planning teams, assigning roles, and sketching out early proposals. She didn’t finish until late.

When she opened the door, something was different. Emma George hadn’t gone out tonight—she was actually home.

As soon as Emily stepped inside, she was greeted by the warm aroma of home-cooked food. She paused, looking up to see four dishes and a steaming bowl of soup set out on the dining table.

Emma emerged from the kitchen, beaming, spatula in hand. “You’re back! Just one more dish and dinner’s ready. Go relax in the living room for a minute.”

Maybe Emma didn’t realize how much she was trying to please her, but Emily just pressed her lips together and nodded.

At dinner, Emma kept piling food into Emily’s bowl, so much that it began to look like a small mountain.

Seeing Emma about to add more, Emily quickly stopped her. “That’s enough, really. I have plenty.”

Emma shot her a playful glare. “How is that enough? You’re so thin these days, and with all this stress at work, you need to eat more.”

Emily could only watch as Emma dropped another piece of meat into her bowl. “Mom, seriously, I’m good. I promise.”

“Not enough,” Emma insisted.

Emily set down her fork. “Mom, if you have something to say, just say it.”

Emma’s hand froze, and she gave a sheepish smile as she put down her fork. “Why don’t we eat first? It’s better when it’s hot.”

Emily just nodded and ate in silence, unhurried.

When they finished, Emily stood up to clear the dishes, but Emma was faster, snatching them out of her hands. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it—just go sit down, I’ll take care of everything.”

Emily let go, watching as Emma hurried into the kitchen.

She went back to the couch to wait.

A few minutes later, Emma came over, drying her hands on a towel, and sat down next to Emily, looking uneasy.

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