My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1107

The hospital room was packed with people from both the Davis and Rivera families. Tristan’s fiancée—at least the one who had just announced their engagement in front of everyone—stood among them, looking like she belonged there. Emily Blair knew she couldn’t stay, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise. The tension was thick, uncomfortable, and she’d had enough. Tristan had Cynthia and both families fussing over him. There was no real reason for her to stay.

She walked out, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.

The second she left, the whole room seemed to relax. Cynthia let out a relieved breath and focused all her attention back on Tristan.

Emily had barely made it to the elevator when Tristan’s eyes finally fluttered open.

Cynthia rushed to his bedside, her voice trembling with tears. “Tristan, you’re awake! I was so worried…”

Steven Davis stepped over, concern etched on his face. “Tristan.”

Everything was blurry to Tristan at first, but he scanned the faces surrounding him, searching for someone. For her. But Emily was gone. His brow knit with worry. He turned to Steven. “Grandpa, where’s Emily?”

It was the first thing out of his mouth.

Everyone looked a little surprised. Steven’s expression didn’t give anything away. Mr. and Mrs. Rivera stared, their faces stiff. Cynthia looked like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She clung to Tristan’s hand, her voice tight. “Tristan, why are you asking about her? I’m your fiancée now. Shouldn’t you care about me?”

No one answered him. Tristan looked around again, double-checking. Emily really wasn’t there.

Cynthia was leaning in too close. Tristan turned his head away, the frown on his face deepening. His voice was rough. “Cynthia, just… give me some space.”

Cynthia’s eyes filled with tears. “Why are you acting like this…”

Tristan tried to move his hand, but Cynthia was gripping it tightly. He let out a low sound of frustration and pulled his hand away, pushing her off before she could lean any closer.

He glanced around the room one last time. Still no Emily. Nothing at the door, either. An uneasy feeling crept in. He struggled to sit up. Cynthia reached for him, but he brushed her off.

The medication was wearing off, leaving him weak but determined. He didn’t want or need anyone’s help.

Now that he was upright, he could see the whole room. Emily wasn’t there.

He looked back at Steven. “Grandpa, where is she? Why isn’t Emily here? Is she outside?”

Steven didn’t answer. Everyone wore different expressions, but none of them looked happy. Cynthia’s face was flushed with anger. Looking at the group, at the heavy faces of his grandfather and the Rivera parents, Tristan finally understood.

His expression turned cold. “She left, didn’t she?”

Steven’s voice was serious. “We’ve troubled her enough. We thought she should go home and rest. Is there a problem with that?”

The guests saw everything. Both families lost face.

Was Emily really that important to Tristan?

The room felt heavier than ever.

Steven’s voice was stern. “Tristan, is this really necessary?”

Tristan’s answer was firm. “Grandpa, I thought you’d understand. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.”

He gave a small, crooked smile, his usual careless edge returning for a moment. “This time, I’m the one who was blindsided. I’m not the one who should apologize, am I?”

No one responded. The only sound came from Cynthia’s quiet sobs. Tristan waited a little longer, but there was still no sign of Emily.

He was done waiting. He reached over and pulled the IV from his hand. Blood beaded on his skin. People in the room gasped in shock.

Cynthia stopped crying long enough to grab his arm. “Tristan, what are you doing? You’re bleeding!”

Tristan pulled free and slid his feet into the slippers by the bed. “I’m going to find Emily.”