Chapter 29 Clean Up
"George, what the hell happened to Emma? I feel like crap," Anna muttered, looking all bummed out. "Let's bounce. I need some space."
George's icy stare sliced through Emma as he let Anna drag him away.
"George, it's not what you think..."
Emma was in so much pain she couldn't even speak. She watched George walk away, feeling totally crushed. He glanced back, his eyes full of disgust.
Emma's hope shattered.
George always believed Anna, no matter what she said, even when she was trashing Emma.
Now, to George, Emma was just some chick who sold herself for cash.
As George and Anna left, Tom didn't hold back. He yanked Emma into a private room and shoved her onto a long sofa.
Emma wanted to bolt. She struggled like crazy, not caring if her arm got cut by the glass shards on the sofa. No way was she gonna sleep with this creep!
But Emma was too weak. The illness had drained her, and she couldn't even lift her arms. Just as Tom was about to pull down her pants, Emma mustered all her strength and kneed him in the groin.
Tom dodged it easily.
Emma's move pissed him off. He tore off her top and pinned her down! His slimy lips and tongue were about to touch her. She felt like she was being bitten by a thousand ants, like hundreds of snakes were wrapping around her!
It was so gross she wanted to puke.
Just when Emma thought it was over, the door to the private room was kicked open. George grabbed a bottle from the table and smashed it over Tom's head.
Tom was stunned. George followed up with a punch to Tom's face, sending him staggering back before he passed out and hit the floor.
"Come with me!" George yanked Emma up and dragged her out of the room.
Back home, George shoved Emma into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Water started filling the tub. His face was full of rage. "I just left, and you were already in bed with Tom! How can you be so shameless, Emma?"
"I... I didn't..." Emma's voice was weak; her body was in too much pain.
"Didn't?" George's voice was full of disappointment and anger. "Are you saying I'm blind?!"
"No matter what I say, you won't believe me," Emma's consciousness began to blur.
"You still have the nerve to say you've only been with me! Besides Ethan and that Tom just now, who else? For a couple hundred bucks, you'll sleep with a man, and you still pretend you wouldn't be a mistress in front of me. Emma, you disgust me!"
Emma leaned weakly against the edge of the tub as the water gradually submerged her body.
She felt a wave of suffocation, a surge of panic as if she were about to drown. Just then, a sharp pain from her tumor surged through her body, almost unbearable.
George showed no pity. He angrily grabbed Emma by the collar, exposing the black mole on her chest through the torn fabric.
There really was a black mole! Tom was telling the truth!
Emma really had slept with him!
Like a tyrant, George pierced through Emma's body in an act of sadism fueled by jealousy. Emma was like a rag doll, unable to even lift a single finger.
When it was over, he threw a stack of cash in Emma's face.
Emma thought bitterly, 'It is indeed an easy way to make money.'
George slowly dressed himself, casting a disdainful look at her. "Since you don't want to be my mistress, I'll just be your client. Perform well, and I'll give you a tip next time."
Every word was a stab to the heart, each sentence a cry of blood.
"If it weren't for Anna, you'd be lying in a hospital right now."
Emma laughed out loud, saying, "That's right, I ended up like this all thanks to that bitch."
George's steps halted, and his cool hand gripped Emma's neck, pulling her close. "If you dare slander Anna again, I'll make sure that even with money, Douglas in the mental hospital won't get any treatment!"
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