My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1234

Amelia bit her lip, debating with herself for a few seconds before finally deciding to tell Ethan the truth about what really happened all those years ago.

When she finished, Ethan stared at her in disbelief. “So Beatty was the one who actually saved Andrew? And Isabella just took all the credit?”

Amelia nodded, exhausted. “Yeah. And now Andrew’s figured out that Isabella and I lied to him. He looks so angry, Ethan. He’s making me donate sixty percent of my savings to the company’s charity project. I feel sick about it. I honestly don’t know what to do… What am I supposed to do?”

Ethan just shook his head, looking a little lost. “Wow… I really have no idea.”

Frustrated, Amelia stabbed a dumpling and shoved it in her mouth, chewing way too hard. She swallowed, then grabbed Ethan’s arm. “What if Beatty tries to get into our family? What if Andrew actually agrees to whatever she wants?”

Ethan ran a hand through his hair, clearly conflicted. “I don’t think Andrew’s that easy to sway. He’s not the type to just go along with whatever someone asks.”

“You don’t get it,” Amelia said, her expression darkening. “Beatty’s already working as his secretary. I saw her standing so close to him. I know exactly what she’s thinking. She’s definitely using her life-saving card to get close and marry into the Lane family.”

Ethan looked at her, half amused, half exasperated, then let out a sigh. “You’re jumping to conclusions. Nothing’s happened yet. You said it yourself, she’s just a girl from some poor rural place. Even if she wanted to marry in, Grandpa would never let it happen. If it ever comes to that, we’ll figure out what to do. For now, just eat your dumplings.”

Amelia frowned, lowering her voice. “I guess that’s all I can do right now.”

Outside, a low-key black car was pulling away from the city center, heading toward a cluster of apartment buildings where a lot of young people from out of town rented rooms.

Andrew sat in the back seat, legs crossed neatly in his suit pants. His rimless glasses reflected the blue glow of his phone screen as he scrolled through something, face calm and unreadable. The light on his lenses just made him seem even more distant.

Andrew looked over at her. “You got here on your own merits. That’s all. There’s no need to thank me.”

Beatty pressed her lips together, still smiling. “Honestly, Mr. Lane, I thought you might have recognized me, and that’s why you agreed to the transfer. Was I wrong?”

Andrew finished typing a message before setting his phone aside. “Work is work. Personal matters are separate. Whatever happened between us doesn’t affect your job.”

Beatty straightened up. “I understand. Still, thank you for giving me a chance to grow here.”

He didn’t say anything more about it. Instead, he changed the topic. “I didn’t know the truth about what happened back then, so I never really thanked you. If there’s anything you want, just let me know. I’ll try to make it happen.”