Chapter 205 Stop Destroying Others' Relationships
If George were just a gullible fool, it would be one thing. But he wasn't. He was sharp, both intellectually and emotionally, able to see through the schemes and tricks of outsiders. Yet, he was completely deceived by Anna's not-so-clever manipulations.
He trusted Anna unconditionally.
What exactly did Anna do to make George so devoted to her?
"There's no way Anna saved George's entire family or something," Emma shook her head, dismissing such unrealistic thoughts, and focused on the problem at hand.
If she could get some information from Olivia, that would be even better.
"You asked me to come here," Emma's voice was soft but carried a hint of disdain. "I'm here now. Say what you need to say quickly. I'm very busy."
Olivia looked up, her tone pleading, "Ms. Taylor, I hope you will stop interfering in Anna and George's relationship."
"Your Anna?" Isabella smiled slightly, her tone provocative. "Mrs. Jones, as far as I know, you're just Anna's adoptive mother. Why are you so good to her?"
Olivia was clearly caught off guard by Emma's question and was momentarily stunned, unable to respond.
"Because Anna is my only child, and she's been so sweet and adorable since she was little. Who wouldn't like such a good child?" Olivia brushed off the question casually. Could she tell Isabella that Anna was her biological daughter?
Absolutely not!
This lie, she had to keep hidden forever!
"Only one child? But I heard you had another daughter named Emma." Emma pointed to the name on the tombstone.
Olivia's expression changed instantly, as if just hearing that name was an insult. But before she could start cursing, Emma had had enough.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going." Emma replied indifferently.
Olivia shouted, "Come back!"
Emma actually turned back obediently. "Olivia, since we're meeting today, let me give you a piece of advice: what you steal will never truly be yours."
She smiled and was about to leave, but Olivia's eyes widened in horror.
"What nonsense are you talking about! What do you know!"
"Why are you so agitated? Could it be that I hit the nail on the head, and that's why you're losing control? You'd better cherish your days now because you'll have more days of losing control in the future." Olivia looked into Emma's cold eyes, and for a moment, she felt that the woman in front of her wasn't Isabella but Emma.
No, she was Emma's spirit, back to seek revenge on their family!
Olivia felt a chill down her spine, but she forced herself to suppress her fear and said to Isabella, "Ms. Taylor, I don't know what you're talking about. I asked you here today to show you my daughter Emma's grave. You look exactly like her, so from the moment I saw you, I considered you my own daughter. I've already lost one daughter and don't want to lose another. So, Ms. Taylor, stay away from George."
"Why?" Emma paused in her steps. Finally, Olivia was getting to the point.
"Do you know how Emma died? She got involved in someone else's relationship and was tortured to death by George. She died so horribly; you can't even imagine. Don't be fooled by how George seems to remember her fondly now, acting all sentimental. When Emma was alive, George treated her worse than a dog."
"You have the same face as Emma. Do you think George will remember Emma when he looks at you? Do you think he'll want to continue torturing you?"
As Olivia spoke, she couldn't control her emotions. The thought of Emma being dead and out of Anna's way made it impossible for her to feign sadness. Instead, her words dripped with glee.
"So, you called me here for Anna? Are you trying to intimidate me?"
Emma hit the nail on the head, but Olivia would never admit it. Being exposed made her furious, and she screamed, "Bitch, you're just like that ungrateful Emma! I shouldn't have worried about you. You deserve to end up like Emma, tortured to death by George!"
Her voice seemed to tear through the night, filled with endless rage, echoing through every corner of the cemetery. Even the surrounding trees seemed to tremble, and the moonlight grew colder, as if intimidated by her scream.
Emma wasn't scared, but the shrillness of the voice hurt her eardrums. She took a deep breath, rubbed her ears, and continued, "You said on the phone you'd tell me why George loves Anna so much."
"Guess! Do you think I'll tell you? Damn it, I was going to spare your life, but now I can't! I'll kill you!" Olivia's voice was like a tearing wind.
She lunged at Emma, her ferocity making it seem like she wanted to tear her apart.
At that moment, Jerry emerged from behind the tombstone, holding a sharp knife. His heart was filled with hatred for Isabella, as if killing her was the only way to find relief.
"Get her! Kill her!" Jerry's voice was fervent, as if cheering on Olivia's madness. The two of them, like beasts consumed by darkness, charged at Emma, their weapons gleaming coldly, aimed straight at her.
But just as they were about to reach Emma, George suddenly rushed out from the side.
"Stop!" George quickly pushed Olivia and Jerry away, standing firmly in front of Emma.
"What are you doing?" George's voice was deep and powerful, his gaze unwavering as he looked at the two of them, filled with disgust and disappointment.
"George, don't be fooled by this woman! Can't you see? She's Emma, back from the dead to seek revenge! You hated Emma, right? Now's your chance to get rid of her! You're like this because she used witchcraft on you! Look closely, she's the same person you hated, the one who ruined you and Anna!" Olivia's argument was desperate. But George was still rational.
"Get out!" George responded coldly, filled with revulsion. The sight of the two made him feel nothing but contempt.
He didn't want to waste any more time listening to their nonsense.
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