Chapter 315 Nightmare
The sight of Sophia and Lucas embracing was too much for Emma to handle.
That night, Emma lay in bed, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid as an invisible force dragged her into a bottomless nightmare.
In her dream, she stood in a dimly lit room, the walls lined with cold iron chains, and the air thick with a decaying stench. Her limbs were tightly bound, rendering her immobile. Suddenly, a sharp laugh pierced the darkness, stabbing at her eardrums.
"Emma, you finally fell into my hands!" Anna slowly emerged from the shadows, her face twisted with a malicious grin. She held a whip, its tip dragging across the floor with a grating sound.
Emma's heart sank. She wanted to struggle but found her strength drained. She gritted her teeth and glared at Anna. "What do you want?"
Anna sneered, swinging the whip hard, striking Emma. The intense pain spread instantly, and Emma couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
"What do I want? To make you taste pain!" Anna's voice was filled with mad glee. "You got me imprisoned, sentenced to death! Now, I'm going to make you die!"
The whip lashed out repeatedly, soon covering Emma's body with bloody welts. Her lips turned pale from biting down, refusing to beg for mercy. Anna's malice deepened when she saw this. She grabbed Emma's hair, forcing her to look up.
"Look at that face, it's disgusting!" Anna's voice dripped with scorn. "You think you're something special? How pathetic you are! George wouldn't even glance at you. You'll never measure up to me!"
A flicker of pain crossed Emma's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it. She stared coldly at Anna. "Anna, you're just a pathetic lunatic. You think this will defeat me? You're wrong."
Anna, enraged by her defiance, released her hair and slapped her hard. Emma's cheek swelled instantly, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"Shut up! How dare you be so arrogant! You'll always live in my shadow!"
Anna's hands tightened around Emma's throat, making it hard for her to breathe. Her vision began to darken.
Just then, a figure burst in, pushing Anna away and standing protectively in front of Emma.
"Stop!" Lucas spread his arms wide, like a small wall shielding Emma, his eyes fixed on Anna. Though not intimidating, it was enough to anger Anna.
Anna paused, then let out a cold laugh. "Get out of my way; how dare you block my path! Do you want to taste the whip too?"
Lucas didn't back down. "You hurt my mom, I won't let you get away with it!"
A look of disdain flashed in Anna's eyes as she swung the whip, striking Lucas. His body trembled slightly, but he stood firm, not retreating an inch.
"Lucas!" Emma's heart clenched.
The whip fell again and again, soon covering Lucas with wounds, but he remained steadfast, protecting Emma. His voice was hoarse but determined. "Mom, don't be afraid. I'll protect you."
Tears welled up in Emma's eyes as she looked at Lucas's back. "Lucas, go! Don't worry about me!"
Lucas shook his head. "Mom, I won't leave you. No matter what happens, I'll protect you."
A crazed look flashed in Anna's eyes. She raised the whip high and struck Lucas's head. His body shuddered violently before collapsing, blood streaming from his forehead, staining his face.
"Lucas!" Emma's heart felt like it was being torn apart, her vision blurred by tears. She struggled desperately, finally breaking free and rushing to Lucas's side, holding him tightly.
"Lucas, wake up! Don't scare me!" Her fingers trembled as she caressed his face.
Lucas barely opened his eyes, forcing a weak smile. "Mom, don't cry. I'm okay."
Emma held Lucas tightly, her voice choked with sobs. "I'm sorry, Lucas. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have dragged you into this."
"Anna! Lucas is your own son! How could you do this to him?" she turned to Anna and roared.
"I never gave birth to such a son!"
With a loud bang, Anna shot Lucas in the head, splattering Emma's face with blood.
Her vision turned red.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness, she jolted awake, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her chest heaving. Her fingers clutched the blanket tightly as if she had just crawled out of hell.
"Lucas," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Though she knew it was just a dream, the image of Lucas dying in front of her was too overwhelming, her heart still aching.
She took a deep breath, got out of bed, and decided to light some incense to calm herself. However, when she reached the cabinet, she realized her favorite incense burner wasn't in the room.
"That's right; the incense burner is at The Russell Villa." She frowned, feeling a surge of irritation.
Emma quickly put on a coat and grabbed her phone, calling her security team. "Get the car ready. I'm going to The Russell Villa."
Half an hour later, Emma arrived at The Russell Villa with a team of bodyguards.
The villa's gates were closed, looking particularly desolate in the night. Without hesitation, Emma ordered, "Go in and find the incense burner!"
The bodyguards swiftly moved, storming into the villa and searching every corner.
Emma stood in the center of the living room, her gaze cold. She didn't know if George would suddenly appear or try to stop her, but she couldn't worry about that now.
As time passed, the bodyguards searched almost every inch of the villa but couldn't find the incense burner. Emma's expression grew darker as her unease turned into anger.
"How can it not be here? It was definitely here!" Her voice carried a hint of frustration.
Just then, a bodyguard hurried over and whispered, "Ms. Taylor, we've searched everywhere, but we couldn't find the incense burner you mentioned."
No matter how many times they searched, the result was the same—nothing.
By now, dawn was breaking.
"George, where did you hide it?" A cold glint flashed in Emma's eyes.
Suddenly, she thought of something. "Go to The Russell Mansion! The incense burner must be there!"
Without hesitation, she turned and led the bodyguards straight to The Russell Mansion.
The mansion's gates were closed. Emma didn't hesitate, ordering, "Break down the door!"
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