Chapter 133 Revenge
News of Anna's suicide spread like wildfire through the city. The media went nuts, plastering it all over with flashy headlines, and soon enough, everyone was talking about her pain like it was the latest gossip.
Outside the hospital, reporters and nosy folks gathered. Sophia and Henry were a wreck, but with all the pressure, they just kept their mouths shut.
Meanwhile, Scarlett got wind of it and was baffled by George's icy demeanor toward Anna.
He used to treat Anna like a queen. Even after he married that witch Emma, his heart was still with Anna. Their only kid was Anna's. They were even engaged three years ago.
Now Anna was threatening to end it all, and he still wouldn't show up. She called George and demanded, "George, how can you be so heartless! Get to the hospital right now and propose to Anna!"
"I'm on my way," George said, sounding like he couldn't care less, but Scarlett felt a bit better.
"Good. Propose properly, and Anna will forgive you," she said.
George shot back, "I can't propose."
"If you keep messing around, I'll spill everything to Charles, including the fact that Emma died three years ago!" Scarlett was at her wit's end.
The Stuart family was loaded, and they only had one daughter. If George married Anna, the Russell family business would skyrocket.
"Are you threatening me?" George's voice dropped, anger bubbling up.
'Why does Mom have to drag family drama into this with Anna?' he thought.
"This is for the reputation of both the Russell and Stuart families, and for Charles to get better!" Scarlett's voice was shaky with worry. "You know how much he cares about you."
George might not give a damn about Anna, but Charles's health was his top priority. He didn't want to disgrace the family, but he couldn't stand Anna's craziness.
He suspected Anna didn't really want to jump; she just wanted to force him into agreeing to her crazy demands. When Emma was alive, Anna pulled the same stunt, trying to make him divorce.
Now that Emma was gone, Anna was using the same trick to make him marry her.
"Mom, this is none of your business," he said coldly.
"You must go to the hospital, propose, and give Anna an explanation!" Scarlett gave her final ultimatum. But George was unfazed.
For the sake of his promise, he'd go to the hospital, but he wasn't proposing. No one could make him.
The police, along with Sophia and Henry, were with Anna on the balcony, waiting for George. The minutes stretched into an eternity before George finally appeared.
His eyes were icy cold. When Anna saw him, she felt a flicker of hope, thinking he hadn't given up on her.
"Anna, come down!" George's words were meant to calm her, but there was no warmth in his voice.
Anna felt his coldness, and panic set in.
"Are you still going to leave me? I won't let you go!" Her voice turned shrill and desperate."I won't leave you," George said, his voice flat and emotionless, like he was on autopilot.
"You promise?" Anna shouted, her voice trembling.
"I promise," George replied, still sounding robotic.
"Will you marry me? If you don't, I'll jump right now," Anna demanded, feeling like she was about to win this twisted game.
George hesitated. The cops next to him were practically begging him with their eyes to just say yes.
He frowned and gave a slight nod. Anna's relief was instant. Tears welled up, but she managed a smile. "Then announce our wedding date at the 50th anniversary celebration!"
"Okay," George agreed reluctantly, under the watchful eyes of the police.
"Great, George, I knew you still loved me."
Anna stepped off the balcony and threw herself into George's arms. She clung to his stiff frame, her head buried in his chest, a smile playing on her lips. She was going to be George's wife.
The police let out a collective sigh of relief, though they couldn't shake the feeling of regret. It was clear George was fed up with Anna. Even if he agreed to marry her now, it was bound to end badly.
The Russell Group's 50th Anniversary Celebration
Anna sat at her dressing table, staring at her once beautiful face, now scarred and marred by illness.
Every time she looked in the mirror, a wave of hatred washed over her. She despised herself, the world, and especially Isabella, who shared the same porcelain beauty as Emma.
"It was you who drugged me in the dressing room that day! You ruined me!"
Isabella's beauty was like a dagger to her heart. Isabella was still stunning, while Anna had fallen so far. The stark contrast between them fueled her jealousy and hatred, which burned like an unquenchable wildfire.
"I'll make you pay!" Anna's nails dug into her palms, drawing blood she didn't even notice.
She called Tom. "Tom? I need you to do something for me."
Tom's sudden appearance at Anna's birthday party had made George suspicious, but he hadn't caught him. This time, Anna needed him for something more sinister.
"What is it? I'm not doing anything dangerous," Tom said, calculating the profit. If the money was right, he'd consider it.
"I want Isabella to pay," Anna's voice dripped with malice.
"Who's Isabella?"
Tom hadn't seen Isabella last time, so he had no idea who she was.
"I'll give you her info. Just do what I say."
"You can count on me, but the payment..." Tom's voice was greedy.
"It'll be worth your while," Anna agreed without hesitation.
After hanging up, Anna felt a twisted pleasure and anticipation. Her plan for revenge was in motion. Isabella's beauty would no longer be her pride but the start of her suffering.
"I'll make you pay!" Anna vowed.
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