Chapter 305 Confessing Identity
After the board meeting, it was decided that George would be removed from his position, but a new president had yet to be chosen.
As the meeting reached a stalemate, Emma stood up, her voice calm yet firm. "I believe that capability should be a necessary criterion in selecting the new president." Her proposal was met with unanimous agreement.
Throughout the meeting, George remained silent, offering no defense.
After the meeting adjourned, George intercepted Emma in the hallway. His gaze was deep, carrying a mix of emotions. "Emma, was this all part of your plan?"
Emma stopped and turned to him, a cold smile playing on her lips. "You figured it out a long time ago, right? Maybe you didn't even notice, but several times, you called me Emma instead of Isabella. You know why I'm back—it's to get revenge on the Russell family."
George was silent for a moment, his eyes showing no anger, but rather a hint of relief.
He spoke softly, "I don't blame you. If this is what you want, I'm willing to bear all the consequences."
Emma's eyes sharpened, her tone dripping with undisguised sarcasm. "You don't blame me? George, what right do you have to blame me? You don't even know what love is! You've always only loved yourself, selfish and never considering others! How dare you think your current tolerance and retreat will move me? Don't be naive!"
George felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart, his face turning pale. He said in a hoarse voice, "Emma, I know I haven't been good enough in the past, but my feelings for you are real. I've loved you from the past to now, never wavering."
"When Anna presented the token, you loved Anna; now that you know the token is mine, you start loving me. George, what you love is that token!"
"No, I love you! It's always been you."
"Love me?" Emma let out a cold laugh, her eyes full of mockery. "You only love yourself! You never truly care about anyone else's feelings; you only care about your interests, your status, your dignity! George, you don't deserve to talk about love!"
George's heart felt like it was being torn apart, the pain unbearable. He had never thought that in Emma's eyes, he was so despicable. He spoke in a low voice, "If that's how you see me, I have nothing to say. But I want you to know, no matter what you've done, my feelings for you have never changed."
"Never changed? Haven't you always wanted me to die?"
Emma's eyes were filled with coldness. She gave him one last icy look before turning to leave, her parting words chilling. "George, stop deceiving yourself. You don't love anyone."
George stood there, watching her walk away, a wave of indescribable bitterness washing over him. He had never felt so powerless, nor realized so clearly that he might have truly lost her.
Standing in the empty hallway, George could still hear Emma's cold words echoing in his ears, each word like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart. His fingers trembled slightly, as if all the blood in his body had frozen at that moment. Selfish, cold, unloving. These words were like sharp thorns, deeply piercing his soul, making it hard to breathe.
He slowly leaned against the wall, his body seemingly losing all strength, sliding down until he was sitting on the cold floor. His head hung low, his hands resting limply on his knees, fingers curling slightly as if trying to grasp something, but finding nothing. Emma's reproach echoed in his mind, each word a heavy hammer, pounding on his heart and causing waves of suffocating pain.
"Do I really only love myself?" George murmured, his voice hoarse and broken. Memories of his time with Emma flashed before his eyes. He had once thought he had done his best to love her, to protect her, but now he realized that perhaps he had never truly understood her feelings. His love might have been nothing more than selfish possession, not genuine giving.
Tears filled his eyes but refused to fall. He had never felt so powerless. Emma's coldness and mockery extinguished his last hope, leaving him in deep despair and loneliness, as if his entire world had collapsed.
"Emma." He called her name softly, his voice filled with endless pain and regret. He wished desperately that this was all just a nightmare, that he would wake up and find her looking at him with gentle eyes, softly saying, "George, I'm here." But he knew that was impossible. Everything was beyond repair. Her hatred was so deep, her coldness so resolute, she was no longer the Emma who once loved him.
His fingers dug into his palms, his nails almost breaking the skin, but he felt no pain. Compared to the pain in his heart, the physical pain was insignificant. He closed his eyes, letting the tears fall silently, dripping onto the cold floor. His shoulders trembled slightly, his whole body curling up as if trying to shield himself from the overwhelming pain.
"If only I had understood sooner, if only I had done better." His voice was barely audible, filled with endless regret and self-blame. But he knew it was too late. Emma's hatred was deeply rooted, her heart completely closed off to him. He could no longer enter her world and could no longer earn her forgiveness.
He slowly lifted his head, looking towards the closed door at the end of the hallway, the direction Emma had left. His eyes were filled with pain and despair, silently pleading. But he knew that door would never open for him again. Emma had left, taking her hatred and coldness with her, leaving his world forever.
George's tears finally broke free, falling silently. He felt an unprecedented exhaustion, as if all his strength had been drained. He leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the door Emma had closed behind her.
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