Chapter 148 Dreamscape
Just then, the ER doors swung open again, and out came the doctor.
Anna rushed over, momentarily setting aside her anger towards Freya.
"How's George doing?" she asked, her voice full of worry.
"He needs rest and shouldn't be overstimulated right now," the doctor replied, giving Freya a sympathetic look. "You should go handle his admission paperwork."
"Got it, I'll take care of it," Anna said, trying to sound polite. Then she turned to Freya with a glare. "What are you standing around for? Go do the paperwork."
Freya didn't say a word and walked off with her head down.
Anna stayed by the ER door, wanting to be the first person George saw when he came out, and wanting him to know that she was the one who loved him the most and would always be there for him.
Anna smirked to herself. 'Isabella, you don't stand a chance against me. You'll never beat me.'
George had caught a cold from being out in the rain last night, and all the recent stress had really worn him down. He ended up getting seriously sick.
The doctor gave him a shot to bring down his fever and help him relax.
George, who'd been struggling with insomnia for ages, finally got some decent sleep. He dreamt about the beach from his childhood. Under Dreamscape Peak, he ran with Emily, but then she let go of his hand and ran off.
He tried to catch up, but her figure grew increasingly indistinct, fading into the distance.
"Emily, come back, Emily," George called out in his sleep.
"I'm here, George!" Anna heard him and quickly walked over, grabbing his hand.
George woke up suddenly, expecting to see Emma. But it was Anna's face he saw instead, and a wave of disgust washed over him. "Get out!"
He tried to sit up but was too weak and had to lie back down.
"I'm not leaving," Anna said. "I'll stay with you until you get better. George, please don't push me away anymore. There are so many misunderstandings between us. Let me explain, okay?"
"No, there are no misunderstandings!" George's voice was rising, filled with anger. Thinking about the harm she had caused Emma, he felt torn.
"Listen to me, George. I had no choice! Emma was so aggressive; she forced my hand! If it weren't for her, how could I let Lucas suffer like that? Lucas is our only son!"
George laughed bitterly. Lucas wasn't his only child. He and Emma had a daughter too. But that daughter had been killed by his own hands, and Anna was part of the reason.
"I don't need you!" George's voice was full of pain and anger, his resistance to Anna making it hard for him to breathe.
Anna didn't back down. Instead, she moved closer and held his hand. "Don't be stubborn. You're sick right now. Let me stay with you."
In this silent standoff, George's heart was a mess of emotions. He wanted to push her away but was too weak. In the end, he just closed his eyes, thinking helplessly, 'Why does it have to be you by my side?'
During his hospital stay, George's condition slowly got better, but he couldn't stop thinking about Isabella. Even though he knew Isabella wasn't Emma, he still wanted to see her. If he could, he wanted to breathe in her intoxicating scent.
Every day, he'd pick up his phone and dial her number. But each time, all he got was the cold voice prompt.
George's fingers hovered over the phone screen. He wanted to call again, but the repeated disappointments made him hesitate. He felt ridiculous and pathetic, but he couldn't control his heart.
Freya had been taking care of George these days. She didn't know who Isabella was, but she knew that anyone who could make George miss her so much must be very important.
Seeing George like this broke Freya's heart. While George was asleep, she took out her phone and dialed the number George called every day.
The call connected quickly, and Emma's voice came through the phone. "Hello, this is Isabella."
Freya thought the voice sounded familiar but couldn't place it.
"Hello, I'm Mr. Russell's housekeeper. Mr. Russell is seriously ill. He's been wanting to see you. Could you come by?"
The voice on the other end sounded a bit confused. "Did he ask you to call me?"
"No, I just saw that you hadn't answered his calls, and Mr. Russell's condition is still bad, so I took the initiative," Freya said nervously.
Emma sneered inwardly, 'George, I think you should give up, but it seems you've found a new approach. Now you're even involving Freya. You're really putting in the effort. But since you're truly desperate, I'll go to the hospital and see you.'
Emma remembered reading somewhere that people were particularly vulnerable when they were sick, and offering warmth at such times was twice as effective.
Emma wouldn't miss such an opportunity to gain favor. She wanted George to fall hopelessly in love with her, then she would ruthlessly abandon him, making him endure the pain she had once experienced.
Emma bought a bowl of oatmeal outside the hospital, put it in her own thermos, pretending she had made it herself, and then carried it to the room Freya had mentioned.
When Emma arrived, George was alone in the room, lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Emma stood at the door and gently knocked. "Mr. Russell, may I come in?"
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