Chapter 278 Instigation
Just when Scarlett thought George was going to blow up at Isabella, he turned to Scarlett with a cold expression. "I haven't stayed here in ages. The room's a mess. How's she supposed to stay here? And why is she even here? It's late, why isn't dinner ready?"
Scarlett was stunned. She had been badmouthing Isabella, so why was George blaming her?
"George, do you know what Isabella did? She used a chainsaw to wreck our front door!" Scarlett was furious. She couldn't believe George would forgive Isabella for something like that.
Sure enough, George's brow furrowed deeply.
"She broke in because you wouldn't let her in! What did you tell me yesterday? You promised you'd treat her well, so why are you making things difficult for her?" George pulled out his phone and showed Scarlett a photo. "This is your doing, right? You deliberately had someone lure me away so you could bully Isabella while I was gone! I let it slide when you bullied Emma, but I won't let you do the same to Isabella!"
"How did I end up with such a jerk for a son? Yelling at me for a woman! George, get out now. I don't have a son like you!"
"Fine, I'm leaving." George called softly towards the bedroom door, "Isabella, let's go."
Emma opened the door and, arm in arm with George, they left the Russell Mansion with a sense of calm dignity.
Scarlett saw it clearly. As Isabella brushed past her, there was a look of triumph on her face.
Isabella was deliberately driving a wedge between her and her son!
George drove towards the beach with Emma. The waves outside the car window shimmered silver under the moonlight, gently lapping at the shore, as if serenading their journey.
The atmosphere in the car was somewhat silent, George's heart filled with complex emotions. He knew Isabella had suffered a lot at the Russell Mansion, especially from Scarlett's coldness and hostility. He wanted to express his regret.
"Isabella, I'm really sorry," George finally broke the silence. "I couldn't protect you from all that unnecessary treatment."
Emma was slightly taken aback, then shook her head with a faint smile.
"I don't mind. I love you, George," she suddenly said. "So I don't care about your mother's behavior. No matter how she treats me, my feelings for you won't change."
George felt a warmth in his heart at her words, but it was quickly overshadowed by a tinge of sadness.
Isabella had endured too much for him.
"But I don't want you to suffer. I want you to be happy in this home, not to endure coldness."
Emma turned her head, looking at George with determination.
"I'll find my own way to deal with it," she said with a strength in her voice. "Don't worry, I won't let anyone affect our relationship."
Soon, the car stopped by the beach. The night sky was dotted with stars, the waves gently caressing the sand, and the moonlight bathed them in a silver glow, as if blessing their love.
"Let's take a walk on the beach," George suggested.
Emma nodded, a smile on her face. They walked towards the sand, which was warm and soft under their feet, the sea breeze bringing a refreshing coolness.
"Do you remember this place?" George looked at the familiar beach and mountains, then watched Emma's reaction.
Emma smiled slightly. "Of course I remember."
George's eyes lit up, but Emma continued, "You brought me here before, remember? You said this was where you and Anna fell in love."
"No, it wasn't Anna," George denied firmly. "I was mistaken. It wasn't Anna, it was Emma."
Emma asked, "Emma?"
"Yes, Emma."
They fell into silence. She didn't ask further, and George didn't bring up their childhood memories.
George looked at her with a sorrowful gaze, words stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth but said nothing.
"Isabella, do you really love me?"
"Of course," Emma answered without hesitation.
Hearing her response, George's eyes grew even dimmer as he said, "Will you ever leave me?"
"Never. I will never leave you," Emma replied without a second thought.
George felt a surge of strong emotions, wanting to pour all his longing and care into this moment's embrace.
"Isabella," he said her name with such tenderness, as if it were both Isabella and "Emma."
Emma didn't catch it clearly, lifting her head to meet George's gaze. She saw the deep affection in his eyes, feeling a disdain in her heart, but her voice was unwavering as she responded, "I'm here."
George smiled slightly, then reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace. Her body was warm and soft, like the most precious treasure in his heart. He felt her heartbeat intertwine with his, as if time had stopped.
Emma closed her eyes gently, and George softly caressed her back.
"I don't want you to leave me," George whispered, his tone carrying a hint of pleading. She was an indispensable part of his life.
"Okay, I won't leave you," she replied softly.
George felt a rush of excitement, slowly lowering his head to approach Emma's face.
In that moment, George gently kissed Emma.
The kiss spanned years, as if telling Emma of his love and promise.
Their lips met lightly, as if time had frozen. The sea breeze brought a coolness that couldn't diminish their passion. George gently cradled Emma's face, his fingertips tracing her contours tenderly.
The kiss deepened, their heartbeats merging, as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them. George felt a sense of fulfillment and happiness, knowing Isabella was the most important person in his life.
Finally, they slowly parted, their foreheads touching, breaths mingling. George's eyes shone with tenderness as he softly said, "No matter what happens, you can't leave me."
Emma smiled slightly, "Of course, I'll always be with you."
Her voice carried immense trust and dependence, yet in her heart, another voice spoke, 'I will personally bring down the Russell Group.'
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