Chapter 441 Narrow Escape from Death
"Don't worry. I'm here."
Emma looked up, meeting his intense gaze. Her heart fluttered, and her cheeks blushed.
"But I always make you worry," she said, her voice tinged with guilt. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, but she couldn't help it.
"You're being silly," George said gently, giving her hand a light squeeze. "I love you, soI just want you to be happy."
The moment those three words—I love you—reached Emma's ears, a rush of warmth flooded through her, melting away every lingering doubt. A shy but radiant smile curved her lips, and suddenly, the world around them seemed to hum with sweetness. His love didn't just touch her; it consumed her, wrapping around her heart until she was utterly spellbound.
Seeing her mood improve, George felt a wave of relief. "So, for now, forget about those worries. Just rest at home. Don't go out, and definitely don't contact Michael."
"Okay, I'll listen to you," Emma nodded slightly. "I'll take good care of myself."
They exchanged smiles, the air filled with a tender warmth that was hard to resist. But just as they were enjoying this moment, George's phone rang, breaking the tranquility.
"Sorry, Emma, I have to handle something urgent," George said, his brow furrowing briefly before he regained his composure. He gently stroked her hair. "There's a major acquisition at the company, worth billions. I need to be there in person. I'll be back soon."
"Alright, be careful," Emma said, her voice filled with understanding despite her reluctance to see him go.
George had heavy responsibilities on his shoulders.
This small house could never hold him for long.
As George stood up to leave, Emma gently grabbed his hand, her fear of losing him evident. "George, please come back soon. I'll be waiting."
"I will. I'll be back soon," George said, bending down to kiss her forehead. In that moment, her heart melted, feeling warm and full.
Lost in the sweetness of the moment, Emma had no idea that a man was approaching her direction.
That man was Joseph.
Previously, he had been caught by George for kidnapping Lucas and Seraphine.
George, always meticulous, quickly realized that Joseph had someone backing him.
So, instead of handing him over to the police, George decided to deal with him personally.
Joseph was thrown into a dark interrogation room, the surrounding darkness swallowing his soul like an abyss. George's bodyguards showed no mercy, subjecting him to brutal interrogations.
Endless torture became his daily reality. Deprived of basic living conditions, hunger, pain, and despair almost broke him. But the image of Anna, who had once given him warmth, kept him going. He knew he had to avenge her, no matter what.
After days of severe torture, Joseph's will was nearly shattered. But the fire of defiance still burned within him. He had to find a way to escape. On a dark, moonless night, he finally saw his chance. He knew the guards changed shifts at dawn, the perfect time to make his move.
Using a plastic knife from the bathroom, Joseph cut through his restraints and moved towards the window. Though it was sealed, he hoped he could squeeze through.
But just then, a burly man emerged from the shadows, his gaze sharp.
Joseph struggled desperately but was thrown back to the ground, pain tearing through him. Just as he thought his life was over, gunshots rang out—the guards had noticed the commotion and started their pursuit. The image of Anna flashed in his mind, reigniting his will to survive. He barely managed to squeeze through the window and ran towards the bushes.
With the guards in hot pursuit, Joseph sprinted through the nearby neighborhood, turning down several streets. Gradually, the guards lost him in the darkness, and Joseph, like a nimble hare, vanished into the night.
In his critical moment of escape, Joseph managed to contact Kieran.
Kieran didn't show up in person but sent a seasoned fugitive to help. This man, well-versed in escape routes, picked up Joseph in a beat-up van, hiding the injured man in a secret compartment.
"Joseph, you're one tough guy!" the fugitive, named Gilbert, said with a smirk, puffing on a cigarette. "George's men were after you, and you still made it out alive. Impressive!"
Joseph gave a weak smile. "I'd do anything for her."
Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Another fool sacrificing himself for love."
He took Joseph to an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. The walls were peeling, and rusted metal was everywhere, but it was well-hidden. Gilbert brought basic medical supplies and treated Joseph's wounds.
The pain was inescapable, causing Joseph to drift in and out of consciousness. When he finally woke up, still in pain but more alert, Gilbert was sitting in the corner, smoking. "Finally awake. I thought you were gonna die here."
Joseph struggled to sit up. "How much time does Anna have left?"
"Less than a month before her execution," Gilbert said, blowing out a smoke ring. "Are you sure you want to continue this crazy revenge?"
"I have to," Joseph said firmly. "I owe her."
During his recovery, Joseph quietly regained his strength. Gilbert occasionally brought him food, and the two got along well enough.
Finally, once he was healed, Joseph, armed with a new identity provided by Gilbert, went to the prison to see Anna.
The visitation room was cold and damp, the air thick with a suffocating sense of oppression. After a thorough search at the entrance, Joseph finally saw Anna sitting on the other side of the glass.
His eyes, filled with unwavering devotion, met hers. "I'm sorry I'm late."
Anna, looking frail in her prison uniform, lifted her head slightly, a weak light in her eyes. "Joseph, you've had a rough time."
Her words were like a shot of adrenaline, igniting the softest part of Joseph's heart. He pressed closer to the glass. "I'll do anything for you."
Anna sighed softly, her voice fragile. "I know I'm about to die. In my final moments, I just want to see Emma. Can you help me?"
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