Chapter 147 Emily
On a dreary morning, the thick clouds made the Russell Villa look extra quiet.
Freya got up early, like always, made breakfast, and was about to wake George. But as she approached the door, she froze upon hearing low moans emanating from within, her heart racing.
"Mr. Russell, are you awake?" Freya gently knocked on the door. No answer.
She pushed the door open and saw George lying on the bed, looking pale, with sweat on his forehead and a dazed expression. Freya quickly went to his side, touched his forehead, and pulled her hand back from the heat.
"Mr. Russell, you have a fever!" Freya exclaimed, grabbing her phone to call the hospital.
"Emily, is that you? Emily..." George mumbled, barely opening his eyes.
"You're burning up; you need to go to the hospital!" Freya decided quickly. She called the hospital and arranged for an ambulance.
"I don't want to go," George muttered, his mind foggy from the fever. He just wanted to stay in the home he once shared with Emma.
Seeing he was out of it, Freya got some things ready so George could get treated as soon as possible.
Soon, the sound of an ambulance siren broke the quiet street, stopping outside the Russell Villa.
The ambulance doors flew open, and a bunch of medical staff in white uniforms jumped out. They checked George and confirmed he needed immediate care.
"Please step aside; let us handle this!" a young doctor shouted. Freya stepped back right away.
The medical team carefully moved a stretcher to George's bedside. Freya's heart pounded, her eyes full of worry. She watched George lying there, looking so weak.
"Mr. Russell, hang in there!" Freya called out, her voice shaking. She wanted to get closer but was gently stopped by a nurse. "Please wait. We need to transfer Mr. Russell quickly."
Freya had to stop. The medical team lifted George onto the stretcher and wheeled him into the ambulance. Being the only one in the villa besides George, Freya hopped into the ambulance with him.
It made her think of when Emma was still around, she always took such good care of George, getting more worried than him whenever he felt sick.
Back then, the house was warm and cozy, not like it was now.
The ambulance doors closed, and it drove off. Freya looked out the window, silently missing Emma.
Freya never really got what George was thinking. He let go of someone as great as Emma and got tangled up with the nasty and cruel Anna instead.
George didn't know, but the servants did. Anna was a master at pretending; she was sweet to the upper class but super impatient with the staff. Whenever something ticked her off, she'd lash out at them.
If it weren't for the good pay from the Russell family and the fact that Anna rarely came to the villa these days, Freya would have quit long ago. But she had no choice; George liked Anna.
Even with a high fever, he kept murmuring, "Emily, Emily."Anna was originally called Emily. At first, when George called Anna "Emily," Freya was confused. Later, she found out the story. Anna was the Stuart family's mistakenly adopted daughter. Her original name was Emily.
She and George had known each other since they were kids. So George always called her Emily.
Freya couldn't help but wonder, 'When George called for Emily, was he thinking of Anna or Emma?'
"I don't want to go to the hospital. I want Emily." George, out of it from the fever, was only thinking of Emma.
But Freya misunderstood and thought the Emily George mentioned was Anna. So she quickly called Anna.
A few minutes later, Anna showed up at the hospital almost at the same time as the ambulance.
She watched as George was wheeled from the ambulance to the emergency room, wanting to help but was pushed away by the medical staff.
"Please don't interfere with our work," they shouted.
Anna knew saving lives was urgent, so she didn't argue. But as she waited in the hallway, looking at Freya sitting nearby, she remembered how Freya didn't open the door for her when she went to the Russell Villa a few days ago.
Anna instantly got mad.
"Freya, what have you been doing every day? Why did you let George get sick?"
Freya was startled by her sudden accusation, showing a hint of guilt and unease on her face. "Ms. Stuart, I've been doing my best to take care of Mr. Russell."
"How dare you say you've done your best!" Anna snapped, eyes flashing with anger. "He's so seriously ill, and you only brought him here now! How have you been taking care of him?"
"Mr. Russell suddenly got a fever last night, and I wasn't there," Freya felt a surge of grievance.
George had liked being alone in recent years, so the servants often had breaks. They only worked when George needed them, almost like hourly workers.
Last night, George had let her off work as usual, even giving her a break this morning.
But Freya, noticing the gathering clouds and fearing an impending rainstorm, worried the villa's windows might not be tightly closed, so she came to the villa, only to find George with a high fever.
Anna didn't appreciate her effort and instead blamed her.
"How dare you talk back to me!" Anna angrily accused, her voice rising. "If you had been more attentive, George wouldn't have gotten sick! You don't deserve to work here!"
Freya was so upset she was about to cry. She had always done her best to take care of George, but now she was being accused by Anna, making her feel unfairly treated. But since Anna was George's fiancée, she could only bow her head and admit her fault.
"Ms. Stuart, I'm sorry. I'll be more careful." Freya lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs.
"What's the use of being sorry? You've made him suffer so much!" Anna's behavior was basically an excuse to scold Freya; she didn't really care if George was sick.
In fact, for her, George being sick was a good thing. This way, she could take this opportunity to take care of him and mend their relationship.
But now, Anna just wanted to vent her anger on Freya. The servants used to call Emma Mrs. Russell, but they treated her differently by calling her Ms. Stuart.
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