Chapter 482 The Ungrateful Person
Just as she was about to lose her life, she thought of everything she had done for Lucas—the countless sleepless nights, the moments she desperately protected him, the silent tears that time had eroded. But in the end, it all led to such a bleak and hopeless conclusion.
Emma jolted awake, her body cold. She noticed the hospital room window had somehow been opened, and the chilly wind was blowing against her frail body. The fear from the dream still lingered, making her shiver uncontrollably.
"Lucas," she whispered weakly, tears of despair welling up in her eyes.
The dream felt so real.
Emma used the last of her strength to hug herself, feeling the cold seeping into her bones. The sunlight outside was glaring, but it couldn't dispel the darkness in her heart.
The fear from the dream was far more chilling than the night wind outside.
Emma caught a cold from the nightmare, and her condition worsened. She kept shivering, growing weaker by the day. When Michael found out, he immediately paused the discharge procedures he was handling.
She needed more time to recover in the hospital.
Michael took care of her personally. He not only brought in the best doctors but also arranged for a team of professional nurses to provide round-the-clock care.
Every afternoon after school, three-year-old Seraphine would come to the hospital room in her pink dress, carrying a shiny cartoon backpack. She would sit obediently on a small chair by Emma's bed, telling her about the interesting things that happened at school while gently massaging Emma's hand.
"Mommy, I learned how to draw a bunny today!" Seraphine's innocent voice was full of energy. She carefully took out her drawing from her backpack, showing a chubby bunny drawn with wobbly lines. "Look, I drew this myself!"
Michael sat on the nearby sofa, watching Emma and Seraphine with a tender gaze. He would occasionally pour Seraphine a cup of warm water or gently correct her speech habits. The room was filled with a warm and harmonious atmosphere, as if bathed in a layer of sunlight.
In stark contrast was George's hospital room. Most of the time, it was just cold white walls and mechanical medical equipment, with the air filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. Occasionally, Joshua would come to report on work, standing expressionless by the bed, reciting dry business data and company updates.
Jack was even more perfunctory. Every time he visited George, it was like completing a tedious task. He would glance at the comatose George, confirm he was still alive, and then leave in a hurry, eager to return to his indulgent lifestyle. The caregiver mechanically turned and wiped George, their actions devoid of any emotion.
Once George could take care of himself, he immediately dismissed the caregiver. He didn't like anyone touching his body, except for Emma.
After the caregivers left, George's room became even colder and more silent.
George often lay in bed for hours or sneaked outside Emma's room, spying on Emma's happiness.
At that moment, George understood.
For Emma, the happiest life was one without him.
As Emma's condition gradually improved, her doctor recommended daily walks in the hospital garden to speed up her recovery. On this sunny day, with a blue sky , she held Michael's hand, wearing a beige knit cardigan he had carefully prepared for her, and walked slowly along the garden's winding paths. The garden was in full bloom, with flowers of various colors basking in the sunlight, slightly lifting the gloom in her heart.
From a distance, she saw Sophia walking arm-in-arm with Lucas into George's room.
In that instant, it felt as if Emma had been completely overlooked. Her son should have come to see her first, but Lucas didn't even glance her way, heading straight to George's room.
To those closest to her, George seemed more important than she was. The pain of being ignored and marginalized cut through her fragile heart like a knife.
All her past efforts and love seemed so cheap and pale at that moment, as if all her efforts had turned into a ridiculous solo performance. The feeling of being abandoned and forgotten was more painful than any words could describe.
Emma shook Michael's arm.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask when we can go back to Sunterra."
Michael asked softly, unscrewing a water bottle and offering it to Emma. His gaze remained tenderly on her the entire time.
Emma slowly lifted her head, a determined and resolute light in her eyes. "I just want to go back. This isn't my home."
Michael frowned slightly, concern etched on his face. "Now? You're not fully recovered yet. The doctor specifically advised you to rest."
"I don't want to stay in Lakeside Haven for another minute." Emma replied.
"Can you tell me why? There must be a reason for your sudden change. Tell me, Emma."
Michael gently held her slightly cold hand, his voice soft. "You don't need to avoid any problems. We can solve them together."
"This isn't avoiding," Emma sighed softly, then gestured with her eyes towards George's room.
Michael looked up and saw Sophia talking to George, while Lucas stood by, clearly worried about George's condition.
He understood immediately. No wonder Emma was eager to return to Sunterra.
He almost wanted to praise Sophia. A few days ago, Emma had been somewhat reluctant about returning to Sunterra.
Michael didn't rush or push. After all, he still had some work to hand over to Zachary. Once that was done, he could use some means to bring Emma back.
But he hadn't expected Sophia to give him a helping hand so soon.
Michael also recalled the look Sophia gave him when she left the room last time. She probably already had some suspicions about him.
However, Sophia likely chose the wrong partner to collaborate with.
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