Escape from Mr. Whitman (Emma and Theodore) novel Chapter 533

“What did I do? I’m the one getting bullied by her, and you’re asking me what I did? Why don’t you ask her what she did?” Isla’s voice grew shrill with fury.

Sebastian sneered. “Isla, I think I know my own girlfriend. She’d bully you? You think she’d lift a finger unless you provoked her first? You might as well claim you're the reincarnation of Queen Elizabeth.”

“You… How dare you, Sebastian! You’re still calling her your girlfriend? You're such a pig! Are you trying to two-time me?” Isla was practically screaming.

“Excuse me? Who exactly am I two-timing?”

“You…” Isla hissed. “Our families are already discussing our engagement!”

“Was I consulted? Did anyone bother to ask me if I agreed to any of this?”

“Sebastian!” Isla cried out. “What does that twice-divorced old woman have that I don’t?”

“Shut your mouth!” Sebastian’s own anger flared. “I’m warning you, you better behave yourself over there. If you dare to cause her any trouble, don’t blame me for what happens next!”

“Sebastian! I’m doing this for you! I’m trying to get you justice, and you’re yelling at me?”

“What justice are you talking about?”

Suddenly, Isla burst into tears. “When Mr. Grant and Mrs. Remington brought you home, you were a complete wreck, a shadow of your former self! I couldn’t stand it! The man I’ve cherished my entire life was thrown away like that, and I just wanted to make them pay! And you? You have the nerve to yell at me for it!”

As Isla sobbed on her end of the line, Sebastian fell silent.

After a long pause, he finally said, “Alright, stop crying.” His voice had softened considerably.

There was no signature, but she knew who had sent it. The familiar handwriting was unmistakable.

“A gentleman left it,” a theater staff member explained. “He said it was too crowded and he didn’t want to disturb you, so he just asked me to place it here.”

At this time, Theodore was supposed to be following Bart’s footsteps on his travels. Did that mean his journey had brought him to Ireland?

He had written, *Finally got to see it live.*

He wasn't wrong. The only other time he had seen the show was during its very first performance, back when Faith was still the lead. After that, she had forbidden him from coming.

She never imagined that here, of all places, he would get another chance to see her dance.