Chapter 45 Mrs. Russell
Mabel Simpson's voice was all soft and sweet. Emma's heart did a little flip-flop, debating whether to open the door or not. The lady outside, hearing nothing from inside, knocked again. This time, Emma swung the door open.
Standing there was a kind-looking middle-aged woman in a maid's uniform, clearly from the Russell family. She had a tray of food and greeted Emma with a polite smile. Emma gave a nod, and the maid stepped in.
"Mrs. Russell, this is dinner from Mr. Russell. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I whipped up some of my specialties. If it's not your thing, just let me know, and I'll fix something else."
Emma eyed the food with suspicion. Trusting anyone in this mansion was a big no-no; who knew what might be in the food?
"I'm not hungry," Emma mumbled, her stomach growling louder than her words.
Just then, a sharp female voice echoed from the front door downstairs.
"Mabel, where the heck are you?"
Mabel's face went pale, and she quickly turned around. It seemed like she'd had her fair share of trouble from Anna, who was now at the door.
"Ms. Jones, what brings you here?" Mabel spoke timidly. Emma was taken aback by how Mabel addressed Anna, but it also gave her a weird sense of comfort.
No matter how much Anna kicked up a fuss, she was still just Ms. Jones, while Emma was always Mrs. Russell. Thinking this, Emma couldn't help but smirk.
Her smirk was faint, but Anna caught it. Anna had just reached the upstairs room and saw Emma. Her face twisted with anger, and she stormed in.
Seeing Emma sitting there, Anna's face darkened with rage, and she spat out, "Emma? How did you get here?? Who let you in?"
Before Emma could say a word, Anna turned on Mabel, "How could you let a stranger into the villa? Who do you work for?"
Mabel was stunned for a moment and quickly explained, "Mrs. Russell was brought back by Mr. Russell. Mr. Russell said Mrs. Russell would be staying here for a while."
"You must be kidding!" Anna's voice was dripping with anger, her eyes flashing with disdain. "George would never bring her back!"
Seeing Anna's eyes wide with fury, almost ready to explode, Emma felt a rush of satisfaction.
"Anna, don't you think what you're saying is ridiculous? I am George's legitimate wife. What's so strange about George bringing me back? But you, why are you so angry? Do you really think that after I've been gone for three years, you can go from mistress to George's wife? You'll always be a mistress!"
"Don't get cocky, Emma. George is only keeping you around for Charles's sake. The position of his wife will be mine sooner or later!" Anna, burning with rage, stormed towards Emma, looking like she wanted to hit her.
Emma's heart raced, and she quickly backed away, dodging Anna's attack. Her heart was pounding with fear and anger, knowing she couldn't let Anna push her around.
"No matter how much you talk, it won't change anything!" Emma's voice was firm, her eyes blazing with defiance. "But I am still Mrs. Russell, and you are still the homewrecker!"
Anna's eyes shot daggers, her face turning red, her eyebrows knitting together, and her eyes sharp as knives. She barked at Mabel, "What are you staring at? Get out!"
Mabel glanced at Emma. Seeing Emma nod, she was relieved to have an excuse to escape this battlefield. She quickly retreated.
The room was left with Emma and Anna in a tense standoff. The air was thick with hostility.
Emma knew she had to stand her ground and not let Anna win.
"Anna, don't get too cocky. People who do bad stuff always get what's coming to them. Just wait, I'll avenge my daughter," Emma snapped, then walked away with fake confidence.
Even though she looked confident, Emma was actually feeling pretty insecure. She had no real power, not even a decent job, let alone the means to take down Anna, a well-known socialite of Lakeside Haven.
But Emma wasn't about to give up. Even if it cost her everything, she'd get her revenge someday!
Just then, there was a noise at the door.
George had returned. He still had that noble and elegant vibe, and his usually cold demeanor was now tinged with a bit of chill from the rain.
The chill was too much for Emma to handle.
She glanced at him and then forced herself to look away. She couldn't let herself get lost in George's eyes again. Emma could control herself, but Anna couldn't.
She rushed into George's arms like a gust of wind.
George wrapped his arms around Anna's slender waist, and Anna's arms encircled George's neck. Their bodies were pressed tightly together.
Anna seemed like a totally different person, her voice changing instantly.
"George..." Her soft voice sounded as if she had suffered a great grievance, evoking pity.
The way this woman changed her expression was truly astonishing!
In the four years they hadn't seen each other, Anna's ability to transform had become even more impressive. She was now not only a skilled actress but also could challenge a good voice actress.
Emma was starting to feel disgusted by Anna.
George's gaze lingered on Emma's face for a few seconds before he began to comfort Anna, "What happened?" His gentle tone and loving voice were treatments Emma had never enjoyed.
Anna leaned against George's chest and shook her head, saying, "It's all my fault, it has nothing to do with Emma. George, if you want to blame someone, blame us for falling in love at the wrong time. Don't force Emma to divorce you. I'm afraid if this continues, Emma will really do something harmful to me and Lucas. I can't let our child get hurt anymore."
George cast a questioning look at Emma. Emma nodded in agreement, "Yes, so you better be careful. I might go crazy one day and not only kill you but also go after Lucas."
Anna didn't expect Emma to speak so brazenly. She looked at Emma in stunned disbelief, and a few seconds later, she wiped away her tears pitifully.
"George, I'm so scared. Let's just accept that fate won't let us get married. I'll raise Lucas on my own."
As soon as Anna finished speaking, Emma predicted her next move. She would definitely rush to the door and wait for George to stop her. If George didn't play along, Anna would direct and act out a scene herself, pretending to sprain her ankle or some other trick. Anna would never leave the villa's front door.
Sure enough, Emma was right.
When Anna reached the foyer, she paused, seeing that George hadn't followed. She suddenly put force on her foot.
Anna sprained her ankle and sat on the ground with a cry of pain.
Emma couldn't help but applaud herself internally, 'I'm a genius, I guessed it all right!'
And George's reaction was just as Emma expected. He ran over in a panic and helped Anna up.
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