Chapter 35 The Scam
To clear Anna's name, George hit up the psych ward himself.
"Hey, you got an old dude named Douglas who's gone MIA?"
"Nah, he's snoozing away in his bed."
Every word hit like a ton of bricks, and Emma felt her blood run ice-cold.
George kept digging, "How's Douglas been holding up lately?"
"Aside from his mental stuff, he's fit as a fiddle."
"Got it, thanks."
"Hold up," the nurse's voice hesitated, "Did you say missing? Yeah, he vanished for a bit, but he said his granddaughter told him to hide, like they were playing hide and seek."
Emma's heart sank. It all clicked.
Douglas was fine, not kidnapped, not sick. It was all Anna's twisted game.
Before Emma could even process it, Anna pounced, "Emma, I get it now. You told Douglas to hide and then pinned it on me. Why? I've always treated you like a sister. How could you frame me like this? Even if you hate me, you shouldn't mess with your grandpa's life."
Emma felt drained. No point in explaining. This was Anna's trap, and she was caught.
Anna suddenly clutched her belly, her face pale, squatting down in pain, "George, my belly hurts bad."
"It must be 'cause that witch hit you earlier! George, get Anna to the hospital now, or you might lose your chance to be a dad!" Olivia hyped it up, making it sound dire.
"I'm scared," Anna's voice trembled, tears welling up, ready to break down.
"Don't worry, I'll take you right now!" George helped her up, anxiety written all over his face, ignoring Emma completely.
Then Jerry stormed in, rage all over his face. He slapped Emma so hard she almost blacked out. Her vision blurred, and she nearly fell.
He punched her, hard. Emma felt a sharp pain, blood trickling from her mouth, collapsing to the ground.
"You're worthless! No one cares about you!" Jerry sneered, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
The Jones family rushed Anna to the hospital, leaving Emma alone in the rain.
Emma's tears mixed with blood as she shakily dialed for an ambulance.
With both physical and mental wounds, Emma had to stay in the hospital for a few days. Luckily, the baby was okay.
But the fetus was too big now; even if she miscarried, she couldn't get the tumor removal surgery. Emma accepted her fate.
As she left the hospital, the winter sun hit her, but she felt no warmth. Thinking of George's cold attitude, it felt like a gaping hole in her heart, with icy winds blowing through.
Broke, Emma had to walk to the bus stop.
Just as she left, Anna came out, cursing. She knew Emma was here and wanted to humiliate her, but Emma had already been discharged.
Pissed off, Anna saw Sophia and Henry Stuart at the hospital entrance.
They looked troubled. Anna hid behind a wall to eavesdrop. Sophia said, "I wonder where our real daughter is? Is she okay? Henry, we can't let Molly know she's not ours."
"Don't worry. A girl with a butterfly birthmark on her waist, 24 years old—there's only one. I'll search all of Lakeside Haven if I have to, but I'll find her!"
Anna was stunned.
24 years old, butterfly birthmark.
That was Emma.
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