Chapter 157 I Will Protect You
Lucas's situation was really bad, and she felt awful for him. But she was just an outsider; what right did she have to take care of Lucas?
"It's okay, no matter what happens, I'll be here for you." Michael's promise made Emma feel incredibly reassured.
"Thank you," Emma's heart was full of gratitude. Michael had always been there for her.
Whether it was three years ago or now, he always understood her feelings and gave her full support. As long as Michael was with her, she felt fearless and ready to face anything.
"Is a verbal thank you enough?" Michael playfully winked.
"Then how do you want me to thank you?" Emma asked.
"How about you cook me a meal? It's been a long time since I had your cooking, and I miss it."
"Sure, no problem." Emma put on an apron and went into the kitchen. She picked out a few ingredients from the fridge. While she was washing and cutting the vegetables, Michael came to help. They worked together, like a loving couple.
At that moment, Michael glanced at Emma and then accidentally cut his finger with the knife, a drop of red blood instantly oozing out.
He frowned but didn't pay much attention.
"What happened?" Emma immediately noticed and quickly walked over.
"It's nothing, just a cut," Michael hid his finger, but Emma wouldn't let it go.
"Let me see," Emma gently held Michael's hand, carefully examining his wound.
In that moment, the warmth of their touch made their hearts race.
"Such a long cut and you don't care," Emma said, her heart filled with concern for him.
"I didn't want to scare you," Michael replied, his affectionate gaze fixed on Emma.
"I don't need you to worry about me," Emma pouted slightly, but felt a sweetness she had never experienced with George.
She lowered her head slightly, bringing her face close to his hand, her warm breath gently brushing against his skin.
Michael couldn't help but feel his heart race, touched by Emma's tenderness and concern. His gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes inscrutable.
"Does it feel better?" she asked, looking up slightly.
"Much better."
A short sentence, but it seemed to convey Michael's affection.
"Now it's my turn to repay you."
Michael slowly leaned in, his lips almost touching Emma's. Her heart raced, her mind filled with countless thoughts, both expectant and nervous.
However, a hint of hesitation arose in Emma's heart.
"Wait." she stepped back slightly.
Michael stopped, his gaze fixed on Emma, as if waiting for her explanation.
"I need time," Emma lowered her head slightly, her heart filled with guilt and unease, saying, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I told you, you never need to apologize to me," Michael still kissed her, but the kiss landed not on her lips, but behind her ear.
In the evening, Emma still shared a bed with Seraphine. Watching Seraphine's cute little face, Emma felt a warm glow in her heart.
Earlier that day at The Russell Villa, George started getting suspicious about Seraphine's identity.
Emma knew George well enough to predict he'd go to great lengths to confirm Seraphine's identity, and the fastest way would be a DNA test.
If George and Seraphine turned out to be related, Emma's secret would be out. To stop that from happening, Emma had to make sure George never got a single hair from Seraphine.
From that moment on, Emma went into full protection mode. She told the school teachers that only she and Michael were allowed to pick up Seraphine. No exceptions.
Whenever they went out, Seraphine had to stay within Emma's sight. After such a period of strict protection, George still hadn't shown up, so Emma let her guard down, believing she was just overthinking.
But she didn't see George's next move coming—he hired a private detective.
When Emma received the paternity test results for Lucas, Anna, and George, George simultaneously received his own results with Seraphine. Emma stared at the report in disbelief; Lucas was indeed the biological son of Anna and George. It appeared that these two were simply irresponsible.
George clutched the paternity test report, his emotions all over the place. Just by opening these few sheets of paper, he could find out if Isabella was really Emma. The weight of the truth hit him hard. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
He opened the report and scanned the pages. The top had the testing agency's logo, followed by the title: "Paternity Test Results."
George's eyes zeroed in on the "Results" section, which read: "No biological relationship." It was like a punch to the gut, shattering all his hopes and dreams.
Isabella really wasn't Emma. From the start, it had all been in his head. Isabella had told him over and over that she wasn't Emma, but he just wouldn't listen.
He'd stubbornly believed Emma was still alive, just coming back to him under a different name. He'd been completely wrong from the get-go. Now he needed to apologize to Emma.
With a bouquet of flowers in hand, George slowly made his way to Emma's grave. He looked at the tombstone with Emma's name on it. A wave of sorrow washed over George as he remembered her smile, that warm and bright smile that had once been the best part of his life.
"I'm sorry, Emma," George said.
The flowers shook a little in his hands, like they felt his inner turmoil too. He gently placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, the petals' colors looking especially vibrant in the sunlight, adding a touch of life to the silent grave.
He knelt on one knee, hands on the tombstone, feeling the cold stone. He closed his eyes, thinking about the stories he and Emma had shared.
His mind was flooded with memories, like Emma was right there with him. At that moment, he heard a gentle voice in his ear. "Mr. Russell, please don't be sad."
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