Chapter 489 As If Meeting for the First Time
Emma bolted out of the estate, then suddenly remembered she'd left Mia and Seraphine behind. But it was fine; with Mia around, Seraphine would be safe.
Besides, this was The Stuart Villa. Seraphine would probably stay for dinner.
Emma just needed to wait at home for Seraphine to return.
But first, she wanted to find a quiet place to calm down. She didn't expect to run into another situation.
George had just arrived to pick up Lucas.
Emma and George reached The Stuart Villa's entrance at almost the same time. Both were in a hurry, taking large strides, and it was at a blind corner where their paths unexpectedly collided.
Emma didn't have time to react and bumped straight into George's arms.
Both of them paused. Emma suddenly felt that familiar warmth, and for an instant, it was as if time had turned back to their college days, the first time she had accidentally fallen into his embrace. The innocence and purity of those days seemed to reappear.
Emma hurriedly tried to step back, her face flushing, almost covering her entire face. A wave of chaotic emotions flashed through her mind, and memories came rushing back.
George stared at her, seemingly lost in his own memories. His hand tightened slightly, not immediately letting go of Emma, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. This reunion made him think of those past years, the shared youth that seemed to linger between them, bringing a subtle atmosphere.
The air around them seemed to freeze, and the two former lovers held their breath at this specific moment. Their gazes met, and their hearts raced, the old feelings quietly resurfacing, becoming subtle and indescribable.
"You okay?" George finally broke the silence, his voice gentle but with a hint of nervousness.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Emma stammered, her heart in turmoil, forcing herself to calm down. But her voice betrayed a hint of unease, as if the collision had shattered her carefully built emotional defenses.
"Long time no see," George said softly.
Indeed, it had been a long time since he had seen Emma, probably an entire day.
"Long time no see," Emma replied automatically, not even realizing what she was saying. At this moment, memories and reality intertwined in her mind, and the distance between them became blurred in the subtle weave of emotions.
In this warm yet complex atmosphere, time seemed to stand still. Both wanted to hold onto this moment, yet knew it shouldn't continue. Emma finally realized she needed to step away to ease the awkward situation, feeling a mix of grievance and reluctance pressing on her heart.
"Let go of me."
"Sorry."
After speaking, there was another silence.
Emma broke the silence first, walking away without saying a word.
Until she was out of sight, George's phone suddenly rang loudly. He fumbled to answer it, and a sharp female voice came through the receiver. "Is this George? Your grandfather Charles suddenly vomited blood. You need to come to the hospital to sign the critical condition notice!"
An hour earlier.
In Charles's hospital room, the air was thick with tension, the dim light casting a cold shadow on Michael's face. As he walked in, his mind was set on revealing everything to Charles. He took a deep breath, smirking, ready to unveil a dark drama.
"Charles, do you regret it now? You killed my parents, made me an orphan, and threw me into Sunterra, ignoring me for years. The vast Russell Group, you handed it to your grandson George, and I got nothing. The once glorious Russell family, you probably didn't expect to end up like this, right?"
"Thanks to you, I'm the only one left in our family," Michael continued, completely indifferent to Charles's inner struggle and anger.
"I hope you enjoy the same fate as the Russell family. So, you will become the only one left in your family. How does that sound?"
Charles's heart pounded, his face growing darker. He gripped the wheelchair's armrest tightly, desperately trying to maintain a shred of dignity and composure.
"Guess what I'll do?" Michael said, a mocking smile on his lips. "First, I'll kill Lucas, your great-grandson. Then I'll drive George to complete despair, pushing him to suicide. By then, you'll be all alone!"
Charles's face was filled with despair and rage, struggling to shout something but only managing a few indistinct murmurs, seemingly protesting or pleading, but these sounds were helpless in the stifling air, unable to change anything.
"Do you like it?" Michael sneered, staring straight at Charles, his face full of pride and coldness.
Charles's chest felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, the pain almost suffocating him. Blood surged up his throat, nearly choking him. He tried to endure the pain, attempting to raise his hand to give Michael a stern lesson. But even this basic action became incredibly difficult, his body feeling extremely heavy and immobile.
"Get out!" Charles gritted his teeth, using all his strength to squeeze out the words. Though his voice was weak, it carried all his anger and suffering.
Michael saw this and his face showed a smug expression. The once mighty Charles now seemed cornered. He felt a dark satisfaction, thinking: Today, Charles will finally taste despair.
At that moment, Charles suddenly felt a severe dizziness. The world before him blurred, and he could no longer bear it, ultimately collapsing to the ground. Blood slowly trickled from his mouth, staining the cold floor.
Michael looked down at the scene, a mocking smile on his lips, and turned to leave, not intending to help.
Half an hour later, a nurse entered the room for rounds and was shocked by the sight.
Blood was scattered on the floor, and Charles lay unconscious, face-up on the cold ground. The nurse's heart tightened, and without hesitation, she rushed over, quickly initiating emergency procedures and calling for other medical staff.
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