My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 883

"I knew you'd say that," Tate Vargas couldn't help but chuckle. "But I've already made up my mind. There's no curing this, so I might as well stop going back and forth to the hospital. You don't need to talk me out of it."

Emily Blair pulled her hands into her sleeves, her voice barely above a whisper. "If I'd known sooner, I would have come to see you."

Tate looked at her with the same gentle, forgiving gaze he'd always had. "It's alright, Emily. This is on me—I didn't tell you. The only reason I called you over was because I needed a favor."

He gave an awkward smile. "Really, I should be the one feeling embarrassed. I haven't reached out in ages, and the first thing I do is ask for your help."

Emily hurried to reassure him. "Please, don't say that. You can always ask me for help, anytime. You've done so much for me—I owe you."

Tate smiled, but suddenly his face tightened in pain. He clutched his chest, coughing so violently it seemed like his lungs might give out.

"Professor!"

Emily jumped to her feet in alarm, but Tate forced himself to get it under control, raising a shaky hand to motion her back down. "I'm alright, I'm alright. No need to worry, just sit."

She watched him anxiously, only sitting when she was sure he was steady. "Tell me what you need, Professor. Whatever it is, I'll help."

Tate nodded. "Open the top drawer and look at the photograph inside."

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