Chapter 219 The Unloved Are the Losers
"No," Sophia muttered, trying to shake off the ridiculous thought.
In the past, because of her, Anna had been lost. It was her fault as a mother for being irresponsible.
Anna had a tough life, and it was understandable that she developed a radical personality.
There were many people in their circle who mocked Anna, gossiping that Anna wasn't really her daughter and that she had found the wrong child.
Sophia had heard these rumors, but the paternity test was right there on her nightstand. The test was real, and their relationship was real.
Anna had suffered so much growing up. As her mother, Sophia had to stand firmly by her side.
"Mom." Anna was momentarily stunned. Seeing Sophia slumped on the floor, she realized her actions had been too intense.
She hurried forward, regret and guilt evident as she helped Sophia up.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to. Please don't be mad," Anna said softly.
Sophia slowly lifted her head. Though she tried to maintain a smile, her trembling lips betrayed her emotions. She gently held Anna's hand and stood up, her tone filled with helplessness.
"You're my only daughter. How could I be mad at you? I'm just sad for you. It's just a wedding dress. I'll get you something better."
Anna's eyes lit up instantly, and she lost in thought.
What would Sophia give her? Shares in the Stuart Group?
At that moment, the store door opened again, and Emma walked in, wearing an elegant dress, looking like the most dazzling gem in the crowd.
Her gaze swept the store, and when she saw Joshua, a smile appeared on her face. She walked up to him. "Joshua, thanks for coming to get the wedding dress for me. I can handle it myself. You can go back to work."
Joshua's wary eyes fell on Anna and Sophia.
"Fetching your wedding dress is part of my job, Ms. Taylor. Please don't worry about it. This dress was custom-made to your measurements. Would you like to try it on?"
Emma replied, "Sure, let's try it on."
Their conversation, as if no one else was present, infuriated Anna.
"Isabella, what are you so smug about? Even if George had a wedding dress custom-made for you, so what? I'm the one marrying George in two days, not you!" Anna added.
Emma replied sarcastically, "Really? But I don't care. Who George marries has nothing to do with me. Didn't you say it yourself, Ms. Stuart? In love, the one who isn't loved is the loser. As long as I have George's love, even without the wedding, I'm not the loser. But someone else might be."
It was clear she was referring to Anna.
Anna had mocked Emma countless times before.
Even though Emma and George were legally married, George's heart wasn't with Emma, so Emma was the loser. Anna believed that even if her status wasn't recognized, she was the rightful Mrs. Russell.
In terms of debating skills, Anna couldn't match Emma. She could only watch as Emma walked into the fitting room to try on the wedding dress.
With the help of the staff, Emma changed into the dress.
She emerged from the fitting room, looking like a princess from a dream. The dress was exquisitely designed, with lace and beads shimmering together. The skirt was as light as a cloud, swaying gently with each step, exuding elegance and charm.
Emma twirled in front of the mirror, admiring herself.
It was indeed a perfect fit.
Emma gently touched the fabric, feeling its luxury and intricacy, as she smiled. But it wasn't just about the dress; it was about seeing Anna's sour expression.
At that moment, the store door opened again, and George walked in. His gaze swept the store and was immediately drawn to Emma. Seeing her in the dress, he was stunned, his eyes filled with admiration, as if time had stopped.
"Isabella, you look beautiful!" George couldn't help but exclaim.
Emma smiled proudly. "Thanks, George. This dress suits me perfectly. You have great taste."
George's eyes roamed over Emma, taking in every detail.
Emma gently placed her hand on George's shoulder, closing the distance between them. Her fingers lightly traced his shoulder, carrying a subtle hint of intimacy.
George's gaze lingered on Emma's face, a warmth rising in his heart. He lowered his head slightly, their eyes meeting, and in that moment, the air between them grew intimate and tender.
Under the soft lighting of the bridal shop, the atmosphere became even more cozy. George took a deep breath, slowly knelt on one knee, and held out a sparkling ring.
"Isabella, will you marry me?"
Emma's face lit up with happiness. "I will!" She extended her hand, and he slipped the ring onto her finger.
Anna watched everything unfold, her face turning pale, her heart feeling like it was being torn apart. She couldn't believe George was proposing to Isabella right in front of her!
"How could you do this!" Anna screamed in anger, losing control and charging towards the wedding dress display, aiming for Emma, as if she wanted to tear her apart.
Seeing Anna's madness, Emma secretly rejoiced, a smug smile playing on her lips. She was enjoying the show.
Anna's rage reached its peak, her eyes flashing with madness. She roared, "Isabella, you bitch! How dare you humiliate me like this!"
George quickly stepped forward, shielding Isabella. "Anna, calm down!"
But Anna wouldn't listen. Her anger made her irrational, and she lunged forward, trying to push George aside to get to Emma. George swiftly extended his hand, pushing Anna to the ground.
"I told you; I won't let you hurt Isabella!" George's voice carried a hint of sternness, his eyes shining with determination to protect Emma. His actions were quick but not forceful, more to stop Anna's crazed behavior.
Anna fell to the ground, feeling a mix of anger and humiliation.
She looked up, her eyes filled with rage and defiance, pointing at Emma, her voice trembling. "Isabella, you're not worthy of George! Get out! You don't deserve to be my rival!"
George stood by Emma's side, his gaze unwavering. He turned to her and softly said, "Don't be afraid. I'll protect you."
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