Chapter 326 Not Getting Divorced
Just as the tension in the hall reached its peak, Charles slowly descended the stairs, leaning on his cane. His face was grim, and his gaze cut through the room. The sound of his cane striking the floor echoed sharply in the silent hall.
"Enough!" Charles's voice boomed with undeniable authority, instantly silencing everyone.
George and Michael stood up, their heads bowed in shame as they faced Charles. Scarlett, too, fell silent, her face pale as she stood to the side.
Charles took his seat at the head of the table, his cold gaze sweeping over them before settling on George. His voice was low and commanding, "George, I'll ask you one last time. Are you willing to get a divorce?"
George stiffened slightly, then raised his head, meeting Charles's eyes with determination. "Grandpa, I don't want a divorce."
Charles's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure in his tone. "Emma has already signed the papers. She doesn't want anything to do with you anymore. What are you holding on to? Letting her go might be the best way to love her."
George said, "Grandpa, I know I messed up before and caused Emma a lot of pain. But I understand now. I can't lose her. I'll make it up to her and love her properly."
Charles was silent for a moment, his gaze complex as he looked at George. His voice carried a hint of weariness, "George, have you truly considered the consequences? Emma might not give you another chance."
George nodded, his tone resolute, "Grandpa, I've thought it through. No matter how hard it is, I will reconcile with her."
Charles sighed, a trace of helplessness in his eyes. He waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of resignation, "Since you've made up your mind, I won't say any more."
Charles then turned to Michael, his tone icy, "Michael, I'll handle the matter of the Russell Mansion. Stop using it to threaten George."
Michael let out a cold laugh, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "The Russell Mansion has been mortgaged. It's my asset now. I'm just following the rules."
Charles shot him a frosty look, "The affairs of the Russell family are not for you to decide."
Michael said nothing more, but the sneer on his face remained. He glanced at George before turning and leaving the hall.
Charles watched Michael's retreating figure, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He sighed, then turned to the servants, his tone weary, "Start packing. We're moving."
The servants exchanged uneasy glances at Charles's order. Some whispered among themselves, "The Russell family has fallen so low. Why are we still here?"
"Yeah, I heard the Russell Mansion is being taken away. How much longer can the Russell family hold on?"
"Better leave now before we don't even get paid."
Soon, a few servants quietly packed their things and slipped out of the Russell Mansion when no one was looking. Seeing this, the remaining servants followed suit, even Scarlett's personal maid left without a word.
Scarlett, discovering the servants' escape, was livid. She pointed at the empty hall, cursing, "Ungrateful wretches! The Russell family took care of them for years, and now they run away so quickly!"
Charles watched it all with a cold expression, his face showing no emotion. His voice was low and calm, "Let them go. Given the Russell family's current situation, it's understandable they wouldn't stay."
Scarlett stomped her foot in anger, "Dad, these servants are excessively presumptuous. No matter how bad things get, they shouldn't be treating us like this!"
Charles ignored Scarlett's complaints and turned to George, his tone heavy, "George, you know the state of the Russell family. If you want to save it, you need to take action."
George nodded, his eyes filled with determination, "I will, Grandpa."
With the departure of the servants, the Russell Mansion grew even more desolate.
The once bustling hall was now left with only Charles, George, and Scarlett. Scarlett sat on the couch, her face grim, muttering complaints, "How did the Russell family end up like this? It's all that bitch Emma's fault! If it weren't for her, George wouldn't be like this!"
George ignored Scarlett's complaints, standing by the window, his gaze deep as he looked outside. His heart was filled with complex emotions, but more than anything, he was determined about the future.
Charles sat at the head of the table, leaning on his cane, his gaze deep and heavy. He looked at the empty hall, his heart full of helplessness and fatigue.
"The Russell family," Charles murmured softly, his voice tinged with melancholy, "How much longer can we hold on?"
Scarlett had no time for Charles's lamentations. She stormed back to her room, intent on packing her jewelry and valuables. She opened her jewelry box, only to find it half-empty. Her face turned pale with rage, her fingers trembling as she searched through drawers and cabinets, but the valuable items were nowhere to be found.
"Those bastards! How dare they steal my jewelry!" Scarlett stomped her foot in fury, her voice sharp as she shouted, "Someone call the police! Now!"
Charles, hearing the commotion, walked over with his cane, his brow furrowed, "What's going on now?"
Scarlett pointed at the empty jewelry box, her face white with anger, "Dad, look! Those servants went too far! They stole my jewelry! Those bastards, I want to call the police and have them all arrested!"
Charles glanced at the jewelry box, his face darkening, but his tone remained calm, "Enough. Stop making a scene."
Scarlett's eyes widened in disbelief, "Dad, what do you mean? Those things are mine! They stole from me, and you want me to just let it go?"
Charles sighed, "You know the state of the Russell family. It's not surprising the servants took some things when they left. We're down on our luck now, and calling the police will only make us a laughingstock."
Scarlett stomped her foot in frustration, "Dad, how can you say that? Those things are my cherished jewels! I can't just let them take them!"
Charles gave her a cold look, "Enough! The things are gone, and the Russell family is already disgraced enough. Do you want to make it worse? Let it go, for the sake of our dignity."
Scarlett was left speechless by Charles's words, her anger leaving her breathless. She slammed the drawer shut in frustration.
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