Chapter 211 Savior
Lyle swung the door open and stepped into the hospital room, his eyes scanning the space before locking onto Emma.
His gut was usually right, and something about Isabella felt off. It wasn't just that she was a dead ringer for Emma; her behavior since coming back from Sunterra had been weird.
She was cozying up to George but still keeping her distance. Unlike your typical gold digger, Isabella was already loaded, influential, and drop-dead gorgeous. So if she wasn't after George's money, what was her game?
Love? Didn't seem like it.
Emma noticed Lyle's stare but met it head-on, even throwing him a smile. So what if Lyle was suspicious? George was the one calling the shots, and as long as he thought she was cool, she was in the clear.
George broke the silence, giving Lyle an order. "Go release Olivia and Jerry."
"Mr. Russell, their stories don't add up. I think they were planning to kill you. We only stopped them because we got there in time," Lyle said, frowning. "We can't just let them go."
"I said release them," George's voice was firm, brooking no argument. He was used to being in charge and didn't tolerate pushback, not even from Lyle, who'd been with him for years. "I remember what happened now. They weren't trying to kill me; they were trying to save me. So let them go."
Lyle was momentarily at a loss for words. With George's firm stance, arguing was pointless. Though he felt uneasy, he had no choice but to comply.
"Get it, Mr. Russell. We'll release them right away." Lyle left the room.
Soon, Olivia and Jerry walked out of the dungeon with smug smiles, like everything was going according to plan. Their first stop was the small shop at the hospital entrance.
Olivia hesitated, tugging on Jerry's sleeve. "Are we really buying something from here? Isn't it too cheap and tacky?"
Jerry shook off her hand. "What do you know? No matter what we buy, they'll think it's cheap. Might as well save some cash."
Olivia thought about it and realized he was right. She had spent a fortune on gifts for Sophia and Scarlett, only to find out they looked down on them as cheap junk. Rumor had it that as soon as she left, they handed her gifts off to their servants.
Why should the servants get them? Those were things she couldn't even afford for herself.
Olivia fumed at the thought of these rich people's arrogance, wishing she could slash their perfect faces to vent her anger. So what if they were rich? They still had to raise her daughter and ended up tormenting their own.
In the shop, Olivia picked out the cheapest fruit basket she could find, filled with ordinary apples and bananas, some already speckled with black spots. Without even opening it, they could guess the fruit at the bottom was probably already rotten.
But who cared? It was just for show anyway.
"Let's head to the hospital," Olivia said, carrying the basket with a smug smile. Just showing up to see George was already a sign of respect.
Not long after, they entered George's room, the fruit basket looking particularly shabby in their hands. George lay quietly on the bed, lost in thought.
"George, we heard you were recovering here, so we came to see you," Olivia said with a hint of false warmth in her voice.
George nodded slightly, though he was inwardly annoyed by their presence.
Jerry, unfazed by George's expression, continued, "We saved your life, you know. So, we hope you'll marry Anna."
"That's not happening. I won't marry her," George replied firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.
Jerry said, "But we saved your life! If it weren't for us, you'd be dead. Shouldn't you repay us by marrying Anna?"
"Stop daydreaming. You did save me, so I'll give you whatever you want, except I won't marry Anna," then he turned to Lyle, "Show them out!"
George's voice was cold. He had never liked Olivia and Jerry, and now they were trying to use their good deed to blackmail him. Had he been too lenient, making them this bold?
When had George become someone who could be pushed around, even by people of such low status?
If it weren't for Isabella vouching for them, they would have been locked up as suspects, possibly never alive.
"George, won't you reconsider?" Olivia's voice was tinged with desperation, her eyes flashing with urgency. "We're doing this for your own good!"
"I said I won't marry her," George responded icily, clearly unwilling to continue the conversation.
"You can't do this to Anna!" Jerry's voice was filled with anger, his face showing his displeasure. "Anna gave you the best years of her life and even had your child. How can you be so heartless?"
"Lyle, show them out!" George didn't bother to argue further and urged Lyle to act.
"It's time for you to leave," Lyle said, positioning his strong frame between them and George to shield him from their presence.
"We're not done talking!" Olivia protested.
"You've said enough," Lyle cut her off mercilessly, reaching out to forcibly escort Olivia and Jerry out.
"Let go of me! You can't treat us like this!" Olivia shouted, her face full of disbelief.
"You're disturbing Mr. Russell's rest. You need to leave," Lyle said coldly, pushing them toward the door without hesitation.
Jerry grabbed Olivia's hand, trying to resist together.
"George, you can't just let us go like this!" Jerry still hoped to leverage their good deed for George's compliance. He couldn't leave! Anna hadn't married George yet!
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