Chapter 125 I'm Not Going
The Little Mermaid could totally get back at the prince instead of just turning into foam. And Snow White? She could grab a weapon and defend herself instead of waiting around for the prince.
"I love your stories! These princesses are so badass," Lucas said, finding some courage in the tales.
"Yeah, sweetie, you're a brave kid too," Emma replied with a smile.
It was late, and the hospital room was quiet and calm.
Emma gently held Lucas's hand, feeling his breathing become steady.
Around midnight, a nurse came in to turn off the lights, and George and Anna still hadn't shown up. Emma was fuming at their irresponsibility.
Seraphine was young, so Emma had already asked a friend to take her home to sleep.
Now she was alone in the hospital room, waiting for George and Anna, but they were a no-show.
She kept calling, remembering the days when she was still George's wife. Back then, she would be alone in The Russell Villa, calling George.
Now she was Isabella, yet George still left Lucas with her.
As Emma debated whether to leave or stay, her phone rang. It was George.
The bar's lights were dim, the music was blasting, and the air reeked of alcohol.
George sat on the sofa in the private room, his face a bit flushed, his eyes glazed. He looked especially lonely under the flickering lights.
Joshua stood nearby, looking helpless.
As George's trusted assistant, Joshua was all too familiar with his boss's formidable temper and complex character. At this moment, it was clear that George was unreachable, ensconced in a brooding stillness, impervious to any advice.
"Mr. Russell, you should go home," Joshua said, trying to be gentle.
But George just shook his head slightly, a slight motion that belied the confusion clouding his eyes. His silent refusal sent a wave of anxiety crashing over Joshua whose role did not afford him the authority to force George, and whose words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Joshua thought of Isabella, who looked just like Emma. Maybe she could get George to go home.
Joshua used George's phone to call Emma. When she picked up, Joshua quickly said, "Ms. Taylor, this is Joshua, Mr. Russell's assistant. Mr. Russell is really drunk and in a private room at the bar. Can you come and get him?"
On the other end, Emma's voice was cold. "No."
Joshua was stunned for a moment and tried to persuade her. "Mr. Russell is in a really bad state right now. He won't leave with me."
"I'm not going. Let him call Anna," Emma's voice was firm and unyielding.
Joshua sighed helplessly. He knew the relationship between Isabella and George was complicated, but the current situation was really tough.
"Ms. Taylor, please, you're the only one who can get him to go home," Joshua softened his tone, hoping she'd change her mind.
"Don't you get it? I said I'm not going," Emma's voice stayed cold, like she was rejecting everything related to George.
"Alright, I get it," Joshua said, feeling pretty defeated as he hung up the phone.
He turned back to George, who was still slumped on the sofa. George, the guy all the girls at Lakeside Haven admired, was now in a pretty embarrassing spot.
Emma was totally over George's antics. Since Joshua was there, George wasn't in any real danger. Plus, it wasn't Emma's problem anymore.
George usually had great self-control; he'd never been drunk before. So, the fact that Joshua called her meant it was probably a setup.
Emma knew George was still suspicious about her identity. He wanted to see if she still cared. This time, Emma decided to shut him down.
The phone rang again. It wasn't George this time, but Anna.
Emma answered, curious about what Anna wanted now. As soon as she picked up, Anna's angry voice blasted through the receiver.
"Isabella, you bitch, is George with you? Give him back! George isn't someone a bitch like you can dream of. Only I deserve him." Anna was furious and losing it.
Emma decided to fan the flames. "Yep, George is with me. Come over; we're at the hospital."
Anna hung up and stormed off to the hospital, fuming.
'Isabella, you've got some nerve, not only fooling George but also taking in Lucas. You're just like that bitch Emma, always a thorn in my side,' she thought.
When Anna got to the hospital, visiting hours were over. The hallway doors were shut tight. She started screaming. "Isabella, you bitch, get out here. Sneaking around with George in the hospital, you shameless bitch."
Late at night, the hospital corridors were usually quiet, with only the occasional footsteps and machine beeps. But Anna's yelling shattered the peace.
"Isabella! Open the door if you have the guts. I know you're in there!" Anna's voice was sharp and grating, her face red with anger, her eyes wild.
Medical staff were alarmed by the noise and came out of their rooms, looking confused. A young nurse tried to calm her down. "Please, you need to calm down. You can't make such a scene here."
"Calm down? There's a bitch in there seducing my husband! Let me in, I'll kill her!" Anna's voice got even shriller, her emotions out of control.
At this point, hospital security and guards showed up quickly.
They thought Anna might have mental issues and wanted to take her to the psych ward. Two guards stepped forward, each grabbing one of her arms.
"Don't touch me! You lowlifes aren't worthy of touching me! Do you know who I am?" Anna struggled angrily, trying to break free, but she was no match for the guards.
Medical staff from other floors came upstairs, their eyes on the frantic Anna, with some recognizing her.
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