Chapter 19 Calling to Account
Behind the bars of the detention center, Emma felt like her heart was getting stomped on by a giant boot, making it hard to breathe. She banged on the iron door, begging, "Please, let me see George! He needs to know the truth!"
After what felt like forever, a guard finally showed up and said, all cold and detached, "You can see him, but keep it together."
A flicker of hope sparked in Emma's chest, but reality hit her hard. When George walked in, emotions flooded her. "George, I didn't push her! You gotta believe me!"
"Believe you?" George snapped, his face a storm of anger. "Did Anna use her life and the baby in her belly to frame you? Emma, your story is ridiculous!"
"I'll clear my name." Tears welled up in Emma's eyes, and just as she finished speaking, George stepped forward and slapped her hard.
"You've really let me down!" He stepped back, eyes blazing with fury. "If anything happens to the baby, I'll make sure you lose everything!"
Emma clutched her face, looking up in agony, her heart breaking. "George, listen to me, I really didn't do it!"
"Enough! Say one more word, and I won't be so nice!" George turned and left without a shred of mercy, the detention center door closing slowly, filling her heart with despair.
The sound of the iron door closing felt like falling into an abyss. Emma felt the world spinning, like everything was closing in on her. Her belly hurt so much, and she kept explaining her situation to the guards, but they just ignored her.
Later, she realized that with George's intervention, they'd never get her a doctor.
At night, Emma lay in the detention center's dormitory, filled with pain and anger.
Just as she closed her eyes, trying to calm down, several inmates barged in.
"Look at this poor little face," a burly woman sneered, her eyes flashing with menace. "I heard you pissed off Mr. Russell's beloved."
Emma didn't respond, but a chill rose in her heart. These people clearly had bad intentions. They turned to her bed, and one of them suddenly punched her in the stomach.
Emma fell to the ground in pain, the intense pain overwhelming her body, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks.
"Mr. Russell ordered us to 'take good care' of you, you little bitch," one of the female inmates sneered, continuing to rain down blows.
"Please, don't do this," Emma cried helplessly, but her voice was drowned out by laughter. She felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, the pain once again invading her body and mind.
Emma's blood seemed to turn cold in an instant. This was George's "care."
She couldn't imagine George's heartlessness. She was pregnant, yet he repeatedly treated her brutally.
Of course, he had told her to get an abortion, why would he care?
In his heart, it would be better if she were dead.
Days dragged on.
Just when Emma thought she'd never get out, the police said the plaintiff had withdrawn the lawsuit, and she was released, though the plaintiff still reserved the right to pursue the matter.
When she walked out of the detention center, it was pouring rain.
Emma dragged her heavy steps, smelling the stench on her body, walking alone. She didn't know where to go. Was that mansion still her home?
At that moment, Ethan walked up to her with an umbrella, a wave of warmth instantly spreading through her limbs.
"Why are you here, Ethan?"
"Emma, is George treating you badly?" Ethan asked, ignoring her question.
Emma turned her face away, "No, he's been good to me. Ethan, thank you, but I need to go."
Ethan said with a pained expression, "I'll take you."
Emma didn't refuse his kindness, getting into the car soaking wet. By the time they got home, she was still dripping water. Just as she was about to enter the house, the door opened, and George's imposing figure appeared before her.
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