Chapter 48 Framed
George was fuming, his anger practically choking Emma. He grabbed her collar so tight she could barely catch her breath.
Seeing her face turn red, he finally let go, shoving her aside in a fit of rage.
Emma picked up the phone that had been tossed to the ground. The screen was stuck on a message: [The kid is naughty, so I beat him up. Now he's quiet. When are you gonna get the Russell family to pay the ransom?]
A kidnapping message? On her phone?
"This isn't my phone!" Emma blurted out, panic rising. "I don't know who this guy is!"
"Don't lie to me!" George's voice was dripping with anger, his eyes full of distrust. "You kidnapped Lucas!"
"I swear I didn't!" Emma's voice shook, filled with despair. She tried to explain, but George's cold stare cut through her like a knife.
"Emma, you and that scumbag kidnapped my son! If Lucas gets hurt, you'll pay!" George's tone was icy, like he'd already made up his mind.
"George, please, I didn't do it!" Emma's voice was desperate, tears welling up in her eyes.
But George was too suspicious, too disappointed. The gap between them grew wider, leaving Emma feeling helpless and full of despair.
'I will find Lucas and clear my name!' Emma vowed silently, refusing to give up.
"You better. If I don't see Lucas today, you'll join your dead kid," George spat out before storming off. Emma collapsed to the ground in despair.
Just then, a sharp pain hit her belly again.
Emma curled up on the ground, hugging herself, feeling the cold seep into her bones. Her fingertips turned white, sweat beading on her forehead as waves of pain washed over her.
The pain was like a relentless needle, stabbing into her abdomen. Every breath felt like it was tearing her apart.
'Why is it always me?' she thought, tears streaming down her face. She remembered her old self, a carefree girl full of dreams, now tormented by illness and betrayal.
Emma clenched her fists, biting her lip, forcing herself to stand.
She called George, but he didn't answer. He even hung up on her.
Her phone trembled in her hand. Emma took a deep breath and dialed the kidnapper's number. A low, hoarse voice answered, sending chills down her spine.
"Emma, what are you talking about? I'm your old flame! Didn't you contact me to do a big deal together?" the kidnapper sneered. "Did you get the money?"
"Who the hell are you?" Emma shouted, panic rising. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Don't act all clueless, Emma." The kidnapper's voice had a weirdly familiar ring to it, like a ghost from her past. "Just bring the cash. The kid's driving me nuts, and I might lose it and hurt him."
"No! Don't hurt Lucas!" Emma's voice was frantic, her heart sinking at the thought of Lucas in danger. She couldn't bear the idea of anything happening to him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. No money if the kid's hurt, right? So hurry up! I'm running out of patience," the guy said, about to hang up.
"Wait! Where are you? I'll come right now." Emma quickly asked, desperate not to lose any lead on Lucas.
The guy rattled off an address and then hung up.
Emma tried calling George again, but it seemed he had blocked her number.
Her heart felt like it was being crushed, her mind a whirlwind of chaos. She tried to place the kidnapper's voice, feeling like she had heard it before, but couldn't pinpoint it. Anxiety gnawed at her as time ticked away, Lucas's safety weighing heavily on her mind.
Looked like she was on her own.
Emma hopped in a taxi, watching as the scenery outside grew more and more desolate. The buildings thinned out until she arrived at an abandoned factory.
The place was eerily quiet, the wind whistling through broken windows, making a haunting sound.
She got out, feeling a wave of unease. Taking a deep breath, she started walking towards the location the kidnapper had given.
The road was rough, the muddy ground making each step a struggle. She walked cautiously but soon slipped, falling hard. Her palm got cut, blood seeping out, pain shooting through her.
Gritting her teeth, Emma pushed through the pain, forcing herself to stand and keep moving. Her worry for Lucas was a constant, gnawing at her.
Finally, she reached the spot. The area was empty, just a few rusty metal pieces swaying in the wind. Then, a familiar figure emerged, and Emma's heart sank, her face going pale.
"Tom!" she gasped, her voice filled with fear and anxiety.
Tom saw her and yanked her inside.
Caught off guard, Emma was dragged in, barely able to stand as Tom's creepy voice surrounded her.
"Emma, I've missed you," he said, moving to hug her. Despite the pain, Emma used all her strength to push him away.
"Where's Lucas?" she demanded, looking around.
Tom's lips curled into a sinister smile. His voice was low and menacing, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Emma, why the rush? We haven't seen each other in ages. Let's have some fun first."
With that, he lunged at her.
Panic surged through Emma. She struggled desperately, trying to break free from Tom's grip. Her bleeding hand didn't stop her from fighting back.
She used all her strength but couldn't push him away. Instead, she was pinned down on an old wooden table.
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