Chapter 358 Car Accident
The fugitives snapped back to reality and charged at George and Emma. George, agile and skilled, engaged in a fierce fight with them. Emma didn't stand idly by either; she seized the moment and struck down a thug trying to ambush George with a well-aimed swing of her baton.
"George, watch out!"
Just then, Mia happened to be riding her motorcycle nearby. Hearing the commotion in the parking lot, she stopped her motorcycle, ready to check out the scene. Suddenly, Lucas darted out from behind a pillar, tugging at her jacket, and urgently said, "Ms. Wilson, please save my mom!"
What? Was Emma in trouble?
Mia rushed over and indeed saw Emma and George.
Emma spotted Mia from a distance and immediately shouted, "Mia! Take care of Lucas!"
"Got it!" Mia swiftly picked up Lucas, placed him on the motorcycle's back seat, and secured his helmet. "Hold on tight, we're leaving now!"
The motorcycle roared to life, and Mia sped out of the parking lot with Lucas, her parting words echoing, "George, if anything happens to Emma, I swear I'll kill you!" They vanished into the night.
Mia wanted to quickly take Lucas to a safe place, then return to help Emma.
Seeing Lucas safely leave, Emma and George finally breathed a sigh of relief and focused on the thugs in front of them.
Despite George's impressive fighting skills, the sheer number of opponents began to overwhelm him. As one thug tried to attack George from behind, Emma quickly reacted, hurling her stun baton and striking the attacker hard.
The thug screamed in pain and collapsed, convulsing on the ground.
George paused, turning to Emma with a look of surprise and gratitude. "Emma, you..."
Emma, calm and composed, said, "Don't get distracted. Let's finish this!"
The thugs, intimidated by Emma's stun baton, hesitated to advance. Emma seized the opportunity, grabbed George's hand, and whispered, "Let's go! Get in the car!"
They sprinted towards Emma's car, with the thugs quickly realizing and giving chase. Emma jumped into the driver's seat while George got into the passenger seat. Emma floored the gas pedal, and the car shot forward, plowing through the thugs blocking their path.
The car broke through the obstacles and sped out of the parking lot, merging into the dark streets.
The thugs stood there, stunned, watching the car disappear from sight, cursing in frustration.
Inside the car, George looked at Emma with eyes as gentle as a summer breeze. "Emma, thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I might have..."
Emma, focused on the road ahead, coldly interrupted, "George, you're Lucas's father. That's the extent of our relationship."
George fell silent for a moment. The car was enveloped in silence.
After a long pause, George spoke up, "These people were clearly targeting us. I suspect they have other plans. Who do you think is behind this? Our mutual enemy?"
"Anna!" they both said in unison.
But Anna was in prison, completely cut off from the outside world. What could she possibly do?
Emma's mind drifted to another suspect. "Do you think it could be your cousin?"
"Phoenix?" George inquired quizzically.
Emma saw the doubt in George's eyes and explained, "I suspect she has someone else backing her."
Besides Joseph, there might be another mastermind.
Perhaps Joseph wasn't even the one pulling the strings behind Phoenix; he might just be another pawn.
The car sped down the road, the night wind rushing in through the windows, bringing a chill. Emma gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, while George sat in the passenger seat. Both remained silent, the only sound being the low rumble of the engine.
However, as the car descended a slope, Emma suddenly realized the speed was increasing. She pressed the brake pedal several times, but the car showed no signs of slowing down.
"The brakes are out!"
George immediately checked the dashboard. He then said in a steady voice, "Emma, don't panic. Keep the wheel steady. I'll think of something."
Emma nodded, gripping the wheel tightly, trying to control the car's direction. Just then, a large truck appeared in the opposite lane, speeding towards them.
"Damn!" Emma's pupils contracted.
George saw the truck too. Determination flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he unbuckled his seatbelt and lunged at Emma, shielding her with his body.
"Emma, don't be afraid!"
Before Emma could react, the car collided head-on with the truck.
The deafening crash echoed through the night. The car flipped over, glass shattering everywhere. George used all his strength to protect Emma, but the violent impact knocked them both unconscious.
The car rolled several times before coming to a stop by the roadside, its body severely deformed, smoke billowing from the hood. The night wind howled, the scene eerily silent, with only the faint sound of sirens in the distance.
Emma and George lay motionless inside the car, blood trickling from their foreheads, staining the seats.
George still held Emma tightly.
The situation was perilous.
A passerby called the police.
In the distance, the sirens grew louder, the red lights of the ambulance flashing in the night. Rescue workers quickly arrived, prying open the car doors and pulling Emma and George out.
They were swiftly placed on stretchers and rushed to the nearest hospital.
In the operating room, doctors and nurses worked frantically to save them.
Time seemed to drag on, each second an eternity. Finally, the operating room doors opened, and a doctor emerged, looking exhausted but relieved.
"The surgery was successful. Both are out of danger but need to be monitored for a while," the doctor instructed a nurse. "Take good care of them. Notify their families when they wake up."
"Understood."
In the hospital room, Emma and George lay quietly in their beds.
The nex day, George gradually opened his eyes. The bright light made him squint. His entire body felt like it had been run over, pain radiating from every limb, but he ignored it. The first thought that came to his mind was—Emma.
He turned his head sharply and saw Emma lying peacefully in the bed next to him, still unconscious. George's heart clenched with an unprecedented fear and anxiety.
"Emma."
Ignoring his own pain, he struggled to sit up, the movement pulling at his wounds, causing him to gasp in pain, but he didn't care. He staggered to Emma's bedside, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly.
"Emma, wake up. Don't scare me." George's eyes were fixed on Emma's face, afraid to miss any sign of her waking.
But Emma remained still, seemingly unable to hear his plea.
George grew increasingly anxious. He lowered his head, resting his forehead on Emma's hand, and whispered, "Emma, please, wake up. I can't lose you. I really can't."
His voice grew softer, choked with emotion, his eyes welling up. He had never felt so helpless and scared, not even in the face of the toughest challenges in the business world.
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