My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1215

Dennis snuggled into Kevin’s arms, his laughter ringing out, bright and clear.

“Grandpa, you’re amazing. I just know you’ll bring Mom back.”

Kevin chuckled and ruffled Dennis’s hair. “Finally feeling better? Not mad at Grandpa anymore?”

Dennis’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned. “Not mad. Not at all. You’re the best, Grandpa. I want us to always be close, forever. No more being upset.”

Kevin’s smile deepened, the lines around his eyes creasing with genuine warmth.

Amelia came down the stairs, her eyes shining with relief and happiness.

Finally. It was finally happening.

The heavy weight in her chest seemed to vanish. Isabella was going to be okay.

She walked over to Kevin and Dennis, her smile gentle and full of affection. “Alright, you two. Dennis, you just got back. Are you hungry? Dinner’s almost ready.”

“I’m starving!” Dennis announced, his voice loud and eager. “Let’s eat!”

A maid stepped out from the kitchen, carrying a tray. “Dennis, dinner’s ready. You can eat now,” she said softly.

Dennis cheered and ran to the table, practically bouncing with excitement.

Amelia watched him and laughed. “This kid…”

Kevin glanced over at her, his eyes suddenly cold and searching in a way she had never seen before.

Amelia caught that look and paused, uneasy. “Grandpa, what’s wrong?”

“You’re still not going to tell the truth?”

Kevin’s voice cut right through her.

Amelia’s hands clenched tight. She wouldn’t admit to anything. “I’m telling the truth, Grandpa. I didn’t do it. I never told Dennis to hurt himself. He already said he was just really sad…”

Kevin let out a cold laugh. “I must really be getting old, letting you pull something like this right under my nose, and you still won’t be honest with me.”

A cold sweat ran down Amelia’s back. She tried to steady herself, lowering her head and swallowing hard. “That’s not true, Grandpa. You’re reading too much into things. I didn’t do it. I swear.”

Kevin crossed one leg over the other and spoke slowly. “Yesterday, you pushed Dennis to make a scene in front of me. Last night, you gave him those sleeping pills, using a suicide attempt to force me to give in. And today, you took his phone watch so he couldn’t answer my calls, still trying to back me into a corner.”

“Amelia Lane, was it Dennis trying to force my hand, or was it you?”