Chapter 376 The Eve of the Wedding
"Thanks for trusting me, Mr. Stuart," Michael said with a slight smile. "I promise I'll take care of her for the rest of my life and never let her get hurt again."
Sophia sighed, her eyes filled with concern as she gazed at the wedding invitation. "Michael, it's not that I don't trust you. It's just that everything's happening so fast. You proposed, and now you're getting married right away. Emma hasn't fully recovered from her amnesia. Plus, Mia told us Emma has developed a split personality disorder. She could switch personalities at any moment..."
"Mrs. Stuart, it's exactly because Emma hasn't fully regained her memory that I want to take her away from this place filled with painful memories as soon as possible. I don't want her to trigger another personality. George hurt her deeply, and I can't bear to see her suffer because of it."
Henry looked at Sophia's worried eyes and gently held her hand. "Sophia, maybe Michael's right. Emma needs a fresh start, a place without painful memories. If she's willing to accept Michael's proposal, we should respect her choice."
Sophia paused, then finally nodded. "Alright, if this is what Emma wants, we won't stand in her way. Michael, I just hope you keep your promise and always treat her well."
Michael nodded solemnly. "I swear, I'll spend my life protecting her and giving her the happiness she deserves."
The night before the wedding at The Stuart Villa was quiet and peaceful. Sophia stood outside Emma's room and gently knocked on the door. "Emma, can I come in?"
The door opened slightly, and Emma's face appeared with a faint smile. "Mom, you're still up this late?"
Sophia walked into the room, looking at the beautiful wedding dress on the bed, feeling a mix of emotions. "I can't believe tomorrow's your wedding day. I haven't been able to sleep a wink"
Emma smiled softly and said, "Mom, don't worry Michael and I have been together for ages; we're just making it official with a formal ceremony now."
Sophia reached out and gently touched Emma's cheek. "Emma, are you sure this is what you want?"
Emma's smile froze slightly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. "Mom, I'm sure. Michael is a good man. He has never hurt me or lied to me. With him, I feel safe and secure."
Sophia looked deeply into Emma's eyes, as if trying to see through to her true feelings. "Emma, marriage is a lifelong commitment. If you have any doubts, even the slightest, I hope you'll tell me."
Emma held Sophia's hand and said softly, "Mom, I know what you're worried about. But please trust me, I've thought it through. Michael is my safe haven."
Sophia looked at Emma's determined eyes and finally sighed, gently hugging her. "Alright, I respect your decision. We just want you to be happy, Emma. No matter what happens, remember, we will always love you and support you."
Emma leaned on Sophia's shoulder, her eyes glistening with tears. "Thank you, Mom. I will be happy."
Sophia kissed Emma's forehead and quietly left the room. Back in the study, she looked at Henry waiting for her and shook her head slightly. "Emma seems determined, but I still feel there's something unspoken in her eyes."
Henry walked to the window, gazing at the tranquil night sky. "Sophia, maybe we're overthinking it. We've lost her once before. The most important thing now is to support her and let her know that no matter what, we'll always be there for her."
Sophia nodded, but she couldn't shake the vague unease in her heart. She could only silently pray that Emma would truly find happiness and that tomorrow's wedding would go smoothly.
Meanwhile, Emma stood by the window, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, lost in thought.
Tomorrow, she would start a new life. This thought brought a surge of courage and determination, but also a strange sense of unease, as if something important was being overlooked.
She sat on the bed and picked up her phone, dialing Mia's number.
"Emma? Why are you calling so late?"
"Mia, can you come over? I have something I need to talk to you about."
"Sure, I'll be right there."
After hanging up, Emma took a deep breath, but the unease in her heart grew stronger. Tomorrow she would become Michael's wife. She should feel happy and excited, but why was there this inexplicable sense of discord?
Mia hung up the phone and immediately jumped out of bed. She knew Emma well enough to understand that she wouldn't call for help late at night without a good reason.
"Heading out?" Her boyfriend Kirk asked, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her hurriedly get dressed.
"Emma called. She sounded really anxious," Mia said, grabbing her jacket. "I need to go see what's wrong."
Kirk frowned. "It's late. Do you want me to drive you?"
"No, I'll drive myself," Mia said, quickly kissing Kirk on the cheek. "You get some rest. I don't know when I'll be back."
As Mia closed the door, her phone slipped out of her bag and landed on the couch with a soft thud, unnoticed by her.
At the same time, George was surrounded by a thick stack of documents. He had been tirelessly investigating Michael, trying to find any evidence that Michael had implanted false memories in Emma.
"There must be something I'm missing," he muttered to himself, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. "Michael can't be flawless."
Each time George thought of Emma's eyes filled with hatred and disgust as she looked at him, it tore him apart. He couldn't accept that the Emma who once loved him now wanted nothing to do with him.
"It has to be Michael," George clenched his fists. "He must have implanted false memories in Emma, making her hate me so deeply."
He stood up abruptly, deciding to contact Mia. As Emma's closest friend, Mia might know something or help him get closer to Emma and expose Michael's true nature.
George picked up his phone and dialed Mia's number. After a few rings, the call was answered, but a male voice came through.
George was taken aback. "This is George. I need to speak to Mia urgently."
A disdainful snort came from the other end. "She's not here." The brief reply was filled with hostility.
"Who are you?"
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