Chapter 11 Tumor
Anna had known about Emma and George's old fling for ages. Two years back, she was snooping around Emma's room and stumbled upon her diary. Inside, there was a bookmark with George's signature from a decade ago.
Emma didn't go by that name back then, and she looked way different now, so George had no clue who she was.
This gave Anna all the leverage she needed.
No point in letting George in on this. Let him keep thinking Anna was the sweet, innocent girl.
The feeling of being favored was too wonderful.
Emma had no idea the texts she got weren't from George but from her sister, Anna. Her heart was already shattered by the divorce papers and those cold messages.
She couldn't wrap her head around why George, who wasn't even this mean to strangers, was treating her like this.
She was carrying his kid, and he had the nerve to tell her to get an abortion?
Could he really be that heartless?
And what about her? What was she supposed to do with this baby?
In the empty villa, it was just Emma, and even the air felt heavy. Suddenly, there was a noise at the door—George was home.
Emma watched him quietly, waiting for his judgment, but George started talking about something else.
"Tomorrow's Mom's 50th birthday. Don't forget to come to the Russell Mansion with me," George said, cold and arrogant.
"You're still my wife, don't embarrass me and make us a laughingstock."
"Can I go?" Emma's heart lifted a bit.
George seemed to read her mind and sneered, his words colder than ice.
"Emma, don't fool yourself into thinking I'll change my mind about you. I could never love a shameless woman like you."
"I am shameless, lowering myself to chase after a man who doesn't love me. But compared to your precious Anna, how could I be seen as lowly?"
George, who was taking off his suit, froze. He turned around, his handsome face twisted with cold anger. "Emma, are you looking for trouble?"
"Everything I said is true, George. Do you know why you ended up in bed with me three months ago? It was all Anna's plan. She wanted to sleep with you, but by some twist of fate, she ended up with a stranger. Now she's pregnant, and the baby might not even be yours!"
Emma's words sent George into a rage. He grabbed her by the collar, her fragile neck under his hand, like he could snap it with a flick.
George still had some manners and didn't hit Emma, but he was too angry. With a flick of his arm, he threw Emma hard against the wall. The violent impact jolted her, affecting her belly.
Emma felt a deep sorrow; she might really lose the baby.
George turned and went back to the bedroom, ignoring Emma who was clutching her belly and sitting against the wall. Emma's tears glistened in the darkness, and she didn't sleep all night.
At dawn, she rushed to the hospital.
In the examination room, the doctor's face was serious. He slowly said, "Ms. Jones, your condition is not good. The test results show you have a malignant tumor in your uterus."
Emma was in shock, her hands gripping the chair tightly, her voice trembling, "Can my baby still be saved?"
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