Chapter 457 Take Away
"Michael's a total fraud. He's not the good guy you think he is. He's got some seriously messed-up plans for you."
"That's ridiculous!" Emma shot back, her voice almost shrill. "Michael's been amazing to me and Seraphine. We're going back to Sunterra, the three of us, to reunite. This is our life, and you have no right to interfere!"
"He's lied to you about everything," George said, his words cutting like knives. "Including Seraphine's true identity. Every detail is a carefully crafted lie."
George solemnly pulled a paternity test from his briefcase. "Here, take a look at the paternity test for Seraphine and me. It's a 99.9% DNA match. This is undeniable proof!"
Emma refused to acknowledge it, not even glancing at the document. "It's fake! Michael told me Seraphine is his daughter. I trust him, not you!"
"Don't you get it?" George's tone grew more intense, almost pleading. "Michael has been using your love for Seraphine to manipulate you."
Emma shook her head stubbornly. "Impossible. Michael is the best person in the world to me. No one can change that fact."
"You have no idea how dangerous he is. He even tried to kill me in Sunterra!"
"I don't want to hear it!" Emma covered her ears. "Michael is the kindest person. He saved me. Without him, I wouldn't be alive today!"
George sneered.
Emma declared with unwavering determination, "I'm going back to Sunterra to be with Michael and Seraphine. No one can stop me. I trust Michael, and we'll be together forever."
The atmosphere in the car froze over. George looked at Emma, his eyes filled with helplessness.
Emma's gaze was equally resolute, determined to stick to her beliefs.
The two remained locked in a standoff, neither willing to back down.
After the argument, the car fell into a suffocating silence. George focused on driving, staring straight ahead as if Emma didn't exist, as if she had never existed. The only sound was the faint hum of the engine, making the silence even more oppressive.
Emma began to plan her escape. She discreetly surveyed the car's interior, noting every detail. Her fingers quietly reached for the door handle, cautiously. She pulled with all her strength, but the door didn't budge, as if welded shut.
Of course, the doors automatically lock when the car is in motion. That's common knowledge.
She turned her attention to George, looking for an opportunity. When he wasn't paying attention, she quickly pulled out her phone. Just as she unlocked the screen, George glance caught her, and he swiftly snatched the phone from her hand, his movements as quick as lightning.
"Don't waste your energy," George said coldly, his tone brooking no argument.
Emma didn't give up. She began searching her seat for any possible tools to call for help. She discreetly unbuckled her seatbelt, leaning forward slightly, ready to act at any moment. She moved with utmost caution, fearing George might notice.
When the car stopped at a service area, she suddenly sprang into action, pushing the door open in an attempt to escape. But she found it wouldn't budge. George had already locked the central control; she couldn't even open the windows, as if trapped in an airtight cage.
"What do you want from me? Do you think trapping me here will make me love you? George, it's impossible! I only have hatred for you, not love! The Emma who loved you died long ago, killed by you and Anna!" Emma's voice was nearly hysterical, filled with despair and anger.
George's face remained expressionless as he uttered deeply, "I want you."
Emma's final resistance was almost futile. She pounded on the car window with all her might, her slender hands slapping the glass, but not a sound escaped. The car seemed like a completely isolated space, her efforts disappearing into the void.
Gradually, Emma realized all her resistance was in vain. Despair washed over her , and she slumped back into her seat, staring blankly at the rapidly passing scenery outside, feeling utterly disconnected from the world.
The car's fragrance grew stronger, a scent that brought a sense of calm. Emma's eyelids grew heavier, and she gradually lost the strength to resist. Despair and exhaustion enveloped her.
Eventually, she closed her eyes.
The scent gently lingered in her nose, soothing her anxious heart. Emma fell into a deep sleep, the tension and anxiety of the past days finally releasing.
When Emma woke up, sunlight filled the room. She found herself lying on a soft bed, with a view of the blue ocean outside the window, white waves gently crashing against the rocks.
It was an elegant seaside villa. The pristine white walls were almost obsessively clean, and the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows stretched from the floor to the ceiling, offering a direct view of the stunning ocean scenery. The villa's decor was meticulously designed, yet it exuded a cold, unwelcoming atmosphere.
Emma sat up and looked around. It was beautiful, breathtakingly so, but also unfamiliar. She had no idea where she was or why George had brought her here.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, and the sea breeze gently blew. But to Emma, this beautiful scenery felt like a carefully arranged cage, isolating her from the outside world.
As she went downstairs, she was surprised to see George in the kitchen, focused on preparing lunch.
The food in the pot emitted an enticing aroma, and George's movements were calm, as if this were just another ordinary day. The warm scent of food contrasted sharply with the cold atmosphere around them.
She paused, her inner turmoil intense, then walked briskly toward the villa's door. To her surprise, George didn't stop her, merely glanced at her indifferently and continued cooking, as if he had already anticipated that she would never escape his control.
Outside the villa, a silver-gray beach buggy was parked.
Emma hesitated, her gaze shifting between the car and the villa, then made up her mind to drive away. The keys were in the ignition, as if prepared for her, this deliberate arrangement making her even more uneasy.
The beach buggy roared to life, speeding along the endless coastline. Emma was initially excited, but that soon turned into a deep, overwhelming loneliness. All around were stretches of sand and rolling waves, not a single person in sight, not a hint of life. The desolate landscape seemed to whisper despair.
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