Chapter 380 Forced Entry
"Mr. Michael Russell said if necessary, we can solve this problem permanently." Matt's eyes turned icy. "I didn't want it to come to this, but you're just too stubborn."
George struggled to lift his head, his gaze unwavering. "Killing me won't change the truth. Emma will eventually regain her memory. When that happens, will she hate Michael for deceiving her?"
Matt hesitated for a moment, the gun lowering slightly. At that critical moment, a stern voice echoed from a distance:
"Drop the gun, or you'll all be dead."
Matt turned to see a rugged middle-aged man standing not far away, flanked by a dozen men in black uniforms, each armed and with eyes sharp as hawks.
"Joshua," George said weakly, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Mr. Russell, you're hurt." Joshua quickly approached, scanning George for injuries and confirming they weren't severe. He then turned a cold gaze to Matt. "How dare you use violence against Mr. Russell?"
Matt raised his gun. "I'm just following my boss's orders. This is private property. You have no right to be here."
Joshua sneered. "Michael? He's nothing." With a wave of his hand, the twelve guards instantly formed a combat formation. "Russell family guards, ready!"
A chill ran down Matt's spine. He knew the reputation of the Russell family's guards—elite warriors forged in blood and fire. His security team, though professional, was no match for these battle-hardened protectors.
"I advise you not to act rashly," Matt tried to maintain his authority. "This is Mr. Michael Russell and Ms. Jones's wedding. Any violence here is a disrespect to them."
Joshua remained unmoved. "Drop your weapons and step back ten paces, or..." His eyes locked onto Matt's gun. "I can't guarantee you'll leave here alive."
The tension was palpable. Matt and Joshua stared each other down for several seconds before Matt slowly lowered his gun and signaled his men to retreat.
With the help of two guards, George stood up. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, but his spirit was unbroken. "Just in time, Joshua."
Joshua nodded and turned to Matt. "Lead the way to the wedding. If you try anything, I promise Michael will see you dead the moment he lays eyes on you."
Matt's face turned livid, but he had no choice. Under the watchful eyes of the twelve guards, he led George and his group towards the main wedding hall.
Golden sunlight streamed through the dome, casting a warm glow. Emma, arm in arm with Henry, walked slowly down the red carpet.
Michael stood at the end, his face beaming with happiness.
Just as the priest was about to begin the vows, the doors burst open. Everyone turned to see a figure standing against the light.
"This wedding cannot continue."
Emma looked at the figure in shock, instinctively moving closer to Michael. Michael's expression turned cold for a moment before he regained his composure. He whispered to someone beside him, then stood tall to face George.
"George, what are you doing here? This is my wedding with Emma. Please respect us." Michael's tone was calm but carried undeniable authority.
George stepped forward, the light revealing the cuts and blood on his face. "Respect? Michael, you don't deserve to respect." He turned tenderly to Emma. "Emma, you don't have to be afraid of him. I'm here to take you away."
Emma frowned. "George, enough! Please leave and stop ruining my wedding."
George slowly walked towards the red carpet, with Joshua and the guards following closely, ready to intervene.
"Emma, please, just listen to me." George's voice was pleading, each step seeming to drain his strength.
Emma stepped back, hiding behind Michael, her eyes full of resistance. "I'm not going with you, George. Your lies were exposed last time. Now I'm Michael's wife. I've told you many times, if you're not thinking straight, go to the hospital and get treated! Stop bothering me!"
Michael gently placed his arm around Emma's shoulders, a hint of triumph in his eyes. "You heard her, George. Emma doesn't love you anymore. Why humiliate yourself?"
Joshua stepped forward, whispering, "Mr. George Russell, we..."
"No!" George shook his head violently, his eyes filled with determination. "I can't just stand by and watch Emma be deceived!" He suddenly lunged towards Emma, reaching out to grab her.
"Protect Mrs. Michael Russell!" Matt shouted, and several security guards immediately rushed at George.
Joshua led the Russell family guards to intercept, and chaos erupted.
Vases shattered, tables and chairs toppled, and champagne and flowers scattered across the red carpet.
In the midst of the chaos, George broke through and grabbed Emma's wrist. "Emma, come with me!"
Emma yanked her hand away, her eyes blazing with anger. "Let go of me!" She stepped back, her face contorted with rage. "George, who are you trying to fool with your act? I know everything you did to me! More than you think! Do you know how much I hate you? I wish I could kill you myself!"
The room fell silent, everyone stunned by her sudden outburst. Michael's eyes gleamed with a strange satisfaction, while George stood frozen, his expression shifting from shock to deep sorrow.
Henry and Sophia stood at the edge of the guest seats, watching with concern. Henry gripped Sophia's hand tightly, his face full of anxiety. Sophia's eyes were filled with tears as she watched Emma's painful accusations towards the man she once loved.
"Is that so?" George said softly, his voice filled with bitterness. He glanced around, his eyes finally settling on a nearby table.
George walked to the table, picked up a silver fruit knife, and slowly returned to Emma.
"Emma," he said gently, offering her the knife handle first. "If my death will ease your pain, then take this knife. I willingly die by your hand."
The room erupted in shock.
"George, are you crazy?" Mia exclaimed.
Joshua moved to intervene, but George stopped him with a look.
Emma stared at the knife, then at George's calm face, confusion flickering in her eyes. "You..."
"I love you, Emma. From the beginning to the end, I've only ever loved you." George whispered, "If my existence only brings you pain, then let me disappear."
Emma's hand reached for the knife but stopped at the last moment. "No, I won't."
At that critical moment, a security guard rushed forward to subdue George, accidentally bumping into Emma. She stumbled, losing control of the knife, which plunged into George's side.
Emma screamed, her face turning pale.
George grunted, but a look of relief crossed his face. "It's okay, Emma, as long as you can forgive me."
Blood poured from the wound, staining his shirt and dripping onto Emma's white wedding dress and her hands.
Emma stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the bright red blood. Suddenly, a severe headache struck her. Her pupils dilated, and she clutched her head, groaning in pain.
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