Chapter 317 Beating
George had become heavily reliant on the aromatherapy diffuser, and now she was going to take it away, making George face the withdrawal symptoms.
Emma mused, 'George, you have no idea what I went through. Now it's your turn to feel it, twice as hard.'
"You've had it long enough. Hand it over." She reached out, but George clung to the delicate diffuser, refusing to let go.
"Emma, it's Lucas's birthday today. We should be celebrating together..."
Before George could finish, Emma grabbed the edge of the diffuser. "I don't care. George, don't talk to me about feelings. Give it back now, or you'll regret it."
"Is there really no room for negotiation?" Georgefrowned tightly, his voice weary. "Just one day. Let's celebrate Lucas's birthday together. Can't we do that?"
"I'll celebrate Lucas's birthday, but you need to get lost." Emma sneered, her eyes steely with determination.
"Emma." George wanted to say more, but Emma was already losing patience. She waved her hand, and the bodyguards behind her immediately surrounded George.
"Take him down!"
Emma had learned that the quickest way to resolve issues was through force.
The bodyguards moved swiftly. One lunged at George, aiming a punch at his face.
George reacted quickly, sidestepping the blow and countering with an elbow strike to the guard's chest.
The guard grunted, stumbling back but quickly regaining his footing.
Another guard attacked from the side, trying to grab George's arm. George spun around, delivering a roundhouse kick to the guard's waist. The guard staggered but didn't fall, coming at George with renewed ferocity.
Despite George's impressive skills, he was gradually overwhelmed by the well-trained bodyguards. They coordinated their attacks, one distracting him while another struck from behind. George managed to fend off their blows, but his energy was rapidly depleting.
With a heavy thud, a guard's fist landed on George's shoulder, causing him to grunt and sway. Another guard seized the opportunity, grabbing his arm.
George broke free and delivered a swift chop to the guard's neck. The guard winced in pain, releasing his grip, but quickly lunged again. George's breathing grew labored, sweat beading on his forehead. He was running out of strength.
Emma wasn't just after the diffuser anymore; she was venting her anger through the bodyguards.
"George, return the the delicate diffuser to me. I will never be with you."
George gritted his teeth. "Emma, just one more chance, please? Just one day!"
A flicker of emotion crossed Emma's eyes but was quickly suppressed. She looked at George coldly. "Don't blame me for this."
She waved her hand again, and the bodyguards launched another fierce attack. Despite George's desperate resistance, he was outnumbered. A guard tackled him from behind, slamming him to the ground. Another guard pinned him down.
George struggled to get up, but the guards' strength was too much. He lay there, utterly defeated.
Emma walked over, snatched the diffuser from George's hand without a glance, and strode away. The bodyguards followed, leaving George alone on the ground.
"Emma! I found our child!" George shouted, his last hope to make Emma turn back.
Emma stopped in her tracks. "What?"
"I've found out where the child you gave birth to is."
She turned to Georgeand said, "Take me to him."
"Okay. Come back, and I'll take you right now." George agreed readily.
Emma had already stepped out of the mansion, and Michael had just arrived, standing by the car with an umbrella, waiting for her.
But as he watched, Emma, who had been walking towards him, turned back.
She chose George over him again!
"Emma!" Michael couldn't help but call out her name.
It was likely that the downpour was so intense that Emma couldn't hear what Michael was saying.
Michael was left with nothing but a slender, beautiful silhouette.
He sent a text: [Emma, I miss you. Where are you? The rain is too heavy, I'll come get you.]
Soon, he received Emma's reply: [I have something very important to do today.]
Michael's heart ached.
Something very important?
George was something very important!
Michael laughed bitterly and then snapped back to reality. After all this time, Emma still chose George.
Had she forgotten what George did to her?
Michael didn't get the chance to ask. He threw the umbrella to the ground, got in his car, and drove away. In the pouring rain, a black umbrella lay abandoned.
As Emma drove George's car away from The Russell Mansion, she saw the umbrella on the ground but didn't think much of it, just wondering who was so unfortunate to lose their umbrella on a rainy day.
George was in pain from the beating, but Emma didn't care. His pain was nothing compared to what she had endured. She didn't care about his condition; she just wanted to see her child now.
"George, has the child been okay all these years?"
"It's not bad," George said thoughtfully. "He's had everything he needed, but he didn't get any love from his parents."
George felt remorseful. Anna, that vicious woman, had often mistreated Lucas behind his back. It was only after Emma moved in that Lucas opened up and told George about it.
Anna was irresponsible and hateful.
But he was even worse!
As Lucas's biological father, his neglect and indifference had caused Lucas's suffering.
He was the root of all the problems.
"Where is he?" Emma's voice trembled with pain, and her hands shook on the steering wheel. "Where are we going now?"
"Here."
George opened the GPS on his phone and entered an address. Emma looked at the screen, her sorrow turning to anger. She slammed on the brakes, and George, unprepared, was thrown forward by the force.
George was squeezed by the seatbelt, intensifying his agony.
Emma shouted, "George, you're playing me!"
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