Chapter 367 Dreamscape Peak
"No, you gotta go!"
The sun was setting, and the sea breeze gently swept across the beach below Dreamscape Peak, just like always. George gently but firmly held Emma's wrist, trying to lead her to the place where their earliest memories were made. His grip was so controlled, afraid that even the slightest pressure might leave a mark on her delicate skin.
"Let go of me!" Emma struggled angrily, her eyes filled with disgust. "George, this is a crime! Do you know that holding someone against their will is illegal?"
George's actions remained gentle, but his tone was resolute. "Emma, I just want to take you to a place that holds our first memories. I promise, after you see it, if you want to leave, I won't stop you."
"Memories?" Emma looked at him with cold eyes, mocking him. "Who are you trying to fool with this act of deep affection? George, your fake displays of emotion are disgusting. I've repeatedly told you that I have no recollection of you, nor do I wish to!"
As they reached the edge of the beach, George pointed to an old tree weathered by the elements, his eyes filled with deep nostalgia. "We met here that year. You hurt your foot, and I carried you to the clinic. Do you remember?"
The sunset cast a warm golden glow on his handsome profile. His voice was soft, as if recounting a beautiful fairy tale. "You said I carried you steadily. That summer, you were so playful. Every time we came here, you wanted me to carry you for a bit."
"Enough!" Emma interrupted him, annoyed. "George, who are you trying to impress with these made-up stories? I have no memory of any of this! No matter what you say, it's pointless!"
A flash of pain crossed George's eyes, and he whispered. "How about I carry you for a bit? Maybe it will help you remember something."
"No need." Emma took a step back, her tone icy. "I've had enough of your fake sincerity. George, why can't you just let me go?"
At that moment, a sudden commotion broke out on the beach. A little boy, barefoot, was running and accidentally stepped on a piece of broken glass. Blood immediately gushed from his foot, leaving red spots on the white sand.
"Sweetie!" The boy's father quickly scooped him up and ran anxiously towards the clinic.
Seeing the bright red blood, Emma suddenly felt a strong wave of dizziness. Vague images flashed through her mind—also on this beach, also a little girl, also a bleeding foot.
The intense headache made it almost impossible for her to stand. The scene before her began to spin.
She clutched her head in pain, her body swaying uncontrollably.
"Emma!" George immediately stepped forward to support her, his expression filled with worry. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"My head hurts." Emma's voice grew weaker, and the world around her started to fade into darkness. It felt like she was plummeting into a bottomless abyss, her consciousness gradually slipping away.
"Emma! Emma!" George's voice was filled with concern and fear. He scooped her up, his heart racing. "Emma! Hang in there!"
As the sun set, George carried the unconscious Emma towards the car parked by the road. His movements were still careful, afraid that any jostling might cause her discomfort. He placed her gently in the passenger seat, then quickly sped towards the nearest hospital.
Throughout the drive, George kept glancing at Emma, his eyes full of anxiety and pain.
The sunset's glow through the car window cast a pale light on her face, making her look even more fragile.
"Emma, you have to be okay," George muttered, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "I won't let you leave me again. This time, I have to bring back the real you."
The car disappeared into the twilight of Dreamscape Peak, leaving behind footprints on the beach that were gradually washed away by the waves, as if telling a story someone had tried to forget.
In the hospital corridor, the cold white lights shone on George's face, magnifying the exhaustion and anxiety hidden in his eyes. He stood at the door of the hospital room, his hands clenched into fists, his gaze fixed on the unconscious Emma lying on the bed. Her face was pale, and beads of sweat dotted her forehead, as if she were trapped in endless pain.
He had immediately contacted the best neurologist. But when the door opened and Billy walked in, George's brow furrowed slightly. He recognized Billy, Ethan's college friend and also Emma's friend.
Because of Ethan, Billy had always been cold towards him, even openly hostile.
"Dr. Richardson, how is she?" George's voice was low, with a hint of tremor.
He rarely lost his composure, but the thought of Emma's condition shattered his calm.
Billy didn't answer, instead walking straight to the bed to examine Emma. His movements were skilled and precise, but his expression grew increasingly serious. After finishing the examination, he stood up slowly, turning to George with cold eyes.
"George, how far are you planning to torture her? Do you know that her condition is extremely dangerous right now? If you keep stressing her like this, she could suffer brain damage, or even..." He paused, his tone growing harsher, "lose her life!"
George's heart sank, his face turning pale. His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke hoarsely, "I just want her to remember the past, to remember our love."
"Love?" Billy sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm. "Your so-called love is just draining her life! George, if you really care about her, stay away from her!"
George's fists tightened, his nails digging into his palms. His expression was complex. "I can't leave her. She's my wife. I have a responsibility to take care of her!"
"Responsibility?" Billy raised his voice sharply. "Your so-called responsibility is to keep stressing her until she can't wake up. George, you have no right to talk about responsibility!"
George's face grew even more grim, but he didn't argue. He knew Billy's words were harsh, but not without reason. Yet he couldn't let go. Even being apart for a moment felt unbearable.
Billy looked at him coldly, then took out his phone and dialed a number. "Ethan, get Mia and come to the hospital. Emma's condition is very unstable, and George is stressing her out again. Yes, hurry."
After hanging up, Billy turned to the security guard outside the room and ordered sternly, "Get him out of here."
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