Chapter 408 Waver
George took the bowl and scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal, his movements a bit stiff as he brought it to Charles' mouth. His hand trembled slightly, and the oatmeal almost spilled onto Charles' clothes. Quickly pulling his hand back, he gave an awkward smile. "Sorry, Grandpa, let me try again."
Charles looked at him with a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if to say, "Even you have your moments."
Emma, standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh. "George, are you feeding Grandpa oatmeal or just making a mess?"
George glanced at her, feeling a bit embarrassed, but his eyes were full of affection.
Emma shook her head with a smile and walked over to him, gently guiding him. "You need to be steady. Bring the spoon to Grandpa's mouth gently, don't rush."
Following her instructions, George scooped up another spoonful of oatmeal, his movements noticeably steadier this time. He carefully brought the oatmeal to Charles' mouth, his voice soft. "Grandpa, take your time."
Charles opened his mouth and swallowed slowly, his eyes filled with contentment.
George let out a sigh of relief and turned to Emma, a hint of pride in his eyes. "How was that? Not bad, right?"
Emma nodded with a smile. "Yes, much better."
George smiled. Though his movements were still somewhat clumsy, he was very earnest. As he continued to feed the oatmeal, he whispered to Charles. "Grandpa, don't worry. I'll take good care of you. Get well soon so we can all have a meal together."
Charles nodded, his eyes full of love.
Emma stood by, watching George's clumsy yet earnest efforts, feeling a warmth in her heart. She had never seen George care for someone so attentively.
She couldn't help but question the news she had seen online and the stories people told about George's character. The George she saw now seemed so gentle and kind. Had he really treated her so badly before?
Had he really almost caused her death?
In that moment, Emma felt a twinge of doubt.
She took a deep breath, the strong smell of disinfectant in the air clearing her mind.
No, she couldn't waver. George was her enemy!
She was still here, not returning with Michael, because she needed to get her revenge!
Emma composed herself, pretending nothing had happened, and spoke softly. "Thank you, George."
George looked up, his eyes gentle. "No need to express gratitude. It's what I should do. You've been taking care of Grandpa for so long, you should rest."
Emma smiled and walked over to him, gently holding his hand. "It's good to have you here."
George squeezed her hand back, his voice firm. "Emma, don't worry. No matter what happens, I'll be by your side."
Seeing their affectionate interaction, Charles, though unable to move or speak, couldn't hide the contentment in his eyes.
George had been very busy lately and only stayed at the hospital for a short while before leaving.
As soon as he left, Amy, the assistant from Miss Lady, rushed into the room, her face anxious. "Ms. Taylor—no, Ms. Jones. Phoenix is back! The media is all over it, and public opinion is starting to shift!"
Amy quickly corrected herself, still not used to the change.
But whether Emma was Ms. Taylor or Ms. Jones, she was still her boss.
Although she didn't understand why Emma didn't want her to appear in front of George, she would follow Emma's instructions without question.
She had only dared to show up after seeing George leave the hospital.
Emma smirked. "Calm down. Let her have her moment."
Amy was puzzled. "But everyone's accusing you of faking the video and framing her. Aren't you worried?"
Emma shook her head slightly, a hint of disdain in her eyes. "Does she think she can beat me that easily? She's too naive. She knows the truth about the video. I'm just curious how Phoenix managed it. Someone must be helping her! I need to find out who that is!"
Amy relaxed a bit but was still concerned. "What should we do now?"
Emma stood up and walked to the window, looking out into the distance. "Wait. Let her enjoy her moment. When she thinks she's won, that's when we'll strike back."
She, with her back to Charles, didn't see the deep sadness in his eyes.
The night was deep, the city's noise shut out by thick stone walls.
Phoenix's high heels clicked ominously on the dark dungeon's floor. Her face bore a cold smile, her eyes sharp .
The iron door creaked open with a grating sound.
Scarlett, curled up in the corner, looked up in fear and despair.
The once arrogant Scarlett was gone.
Now, her hair was disheveled, her face pale, her lips cracked. She had clearly been imprisoned here for days, her spirit nearly broken.
"Aunt Scarlett, long time no see." Phoenix stood at the door, looking down at Scarlett like a lamb to the slaughter.
Scarlett trembled. "Phoenix, what do you want?"
Phoenix walked into the cell, her heels tapping out a chilling rhythm.
She crouched down, gripping Scarlett's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. "Aunt Scarlett, I'm meeting the press tonight. You'd better keep quiet, or else..."
Her fingers tightened, nails digging into Scarlett's skin. Scarlett gasped in pain but didn't dare struggle, nodding shakily. "I won't say anything. Please don't hurt me."
Phoenix smiled, satisfied, and released her grip, her tone casual but threatening. "Good. Remember, if you dare to speak recklessly, I'll make you wish you were dead. You know I can."
Scarlett shuddered, her eyes filled with terror. She lowered her head, her voice barely audible. "I understand. I won't say anything."
Phoenix stood up, dusting off her hands as if she had touched something dirty. She gave Scarlett a cold look before turning to leave. "Stay put. Once I handle this, I might consider letting you out."
The iron door closed again, the dungeon returning to its silence.
Scarlett curled up in the corner, hugging herself tightly, her spirit on the brink of collapse. She had been imprisoned here for days, hearing only her own breath and heartbeat, with loneliness and fear as her constant companions. She didn't know how much longer she could endure or if Phoenix would ever really let her go.
She muttered to herself, "What should I do? What should I do?"
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