Chapter 397 Seeing Through
Emma watched Micah's focused expression, and a spark of hope ignited in her heart. "Dr. Porter, thank you. With you here, I believe my grandpa will get better."
"Emma, don't worry. I'm really interested in this poison and will do my best. But we need to find Purple Gromwell first to keep making the medicine. I've already contacted my herbal supplier to find it ASAP."
George nodded, his tone firm. "Alright, Dr. Porter, we'll leave it to you. Joshua will stay in touch with you. Please let us know immediately if there's any progress."
Micah put away his notes, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Don't worry. My research on this poison will definitely satisfy you."
After leaving the pharmacy, Emma held George's arm and whispered, "George, Dr. Porter seems very professional, and he's really interested in Grandpa's condition. I believe he can help us."
George squeezed her hand, his voice gentle yet firm. "Yes, Emma. With him, we'll find out the cause of Grandpa's poisoning and cure him."
Meanwhile, Micah stood at the pharmacy door, watching them leave, his eyes shining with a fascination for the poison. He murmured to himself, "This poison is truly intriguing."
Phoenix was fuming after being kicked out of the mansion.
She couldn't believe that her carefully laid plan had been easily thwarted by Emma and George, and that Charles might even recover. She couldn't swallow this defeat and decided to confront Micah directly, forcing him to stop treating Charles.
She kicked open the pharmacy door and stormed in.
Micah was sitting behind the counter, engrossed in an ancient book, not even looking up as if he hadn't noticed her presence. Phoenix sneered and walked straight up to him, her voice full of menace. "You're the doctor treating Charles, right? I'm warning you, stay out of this, or you'll regret it!"
Micah finally looked up slowly, giving her a calm glance. "Ma'am, there's no need to be so angry. Think before you speak. Threatening me? You're not qualified."
Phoenix was taken aback by his composure, her anger flaring even more, but she suppressed it, gritting her teeth. "How dare you! I can give you money, lots of money! Just stop treating Charles, and you'll be set for life!"
Micah chuckled, his eyes showing a hint of disdain. "I'm not interested in money. But you, wearing a human mask and pretending to threaten me, don't you find it ridiculous?"
Phoenix's expreesion changed instantly. She instinctively touched her face, her voice trembling. "What are you talking about? What human mask? Stop making baseless accusations!"
Micah stood up and walked towards her, his gaze piercing. "I suggest you leave now, or I won't hesitate to expose your true face."
Phoenix felt suffocated by his presence, both panicked and furious. She hadn't expected her disguise to be seen through so easily, losing her confidence. She bit her lip, throwing out a vicious threat. "You'll regret this!" Then she turned and fled in embarrassment.
Micah watched her retreating figure, shaking his head, muttering to himself. "People like her are just asking for humiliation."
Phoenix, once outside the pharmacy, was both shocked and angry. She hadn't expected Micah to see through her disguise and dismiss her so easily. Unwilling to give up, she decided to find more help to deal with Emma and George.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered someone—Jack.
"Where's Jack?" Phoenix muttered to herself, frowning.
Since they parted ways the previous night, she hadn't seen him. Where had he gone?
A sense of unease crept into her heart, feeling that something was off about Jack's disappearance.
Had something happened to him? Or had he betrayed her?
The more Phoenix thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She decided to find Jack first and see what he was up to. She pulled out her phone and dialed Jack's number, but the cold voice on the other end said, "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable."
"Unavailable?" Phoenix's heart sank as she gritted her teeth. "Jack, what are you up to?"
The morning sun bathed George's mansion, the air filled with a faint floral scent, even the breeze carrying a hint of sweetness.
Emma stood at the door, holding Lucas's small backpack, watching George walk out of the house hand in hand with Lucas. George felt an indescribable sense of happiness.
At that moment, he felt like the luckiest man in the world—he had a gentle wife, an adorable son, and this ordinary yet incredibly precious morning.
This was his regained happiness.
"Dad, can I bring cookies to school today?" Lucas looked up, his big eyes full of anticipation as he gazed at George.
George squatted down, gently pinching Lucas's cheek, his voice almost melting with affection. "Sure, but promise me you won't eat them during class, okay?"
Lucas nodded vigorously, smiling brightly. "Okay! I promise you, Dad!"
Emma stepped forward, handing the backpack to Lucas, her voice soft. "Lucas, be good and listen to your teacher today. I'll pick you up after school, alright?"
Lucas hugged Emma, sweetly replying, "Okay! Mommy, you have to wait for me too!"
Since Emma returned home, Lucas had become more cheerful.
Seeing Lucas like this, George felt both guilty and grateful.
He looked at Emma with tender eyes, his heart filled with warmth. "Emma, it's windy outside. You should go back in so you don't catch a cold."
Emma smiled and shook her head. "It's fine. I want to watch you two leave."
George nodded, touched by her thoughtfulness and gentleness. He took Lucas's small hand and turned towards the car. Lucas waved to Emma and called out in his childlike voice, "Goodbye, Mommy!"
Emma waved back, her voice gentle. "Goodbye, Lucas. Be careful on the way!"
George watched Emma's figure in the rearview mirror, feeling a surge of contentment.
This ordinary yet warm daily life was what he had always dreamed of. He held the steering wheel, a smile unconsciously forming on his lips, thinking to himself, 'With Emma and Lucas, my life is complete. But if Seraphine were here, it would be perfect.'
Although Emma had never admitted it, George was convinced that Seraphine was his child.
It was a father's intuition.
After dropping Lucas off, George was supposed to handle some matters related to reclaiming the Russell Group.
But a sudden sense of unease made him decide to return home.
As George drove back to the mansion, he saw from a distance that Emma was confronting a woman. His heart tightened, and he sped up. As he got closer, he realized it was Scarlett.
Scarlett and Emma were arguing. Just as Scarlett's hand was poised to strike Emma's face, George dashed in and firmly seized her wrist.
"What do you think you're doing?" George's cold voice rang out, his eyes filled with anger and warning.
Phoenix was startled, turning around to see George glaring at her coldly. She panicked, stammering, "I was just..."
Emma, surprised to see George, asked, "George, why are you back?"
George released Phoenix's hand, walking over to Emma, his voice so gentle it could melt ice. "I forgot some documents and came back to get them." He then turned to Phoenix, his gaze icy. "What were you trying to do to Emma?"
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