Chapter 502 Blindness
Emma and Michael exchanged a look. This was exactly the drug the Russell Group had developed to control those girls.
"We'll set up 24-hour monitoring," the doctor added. "The police have already stationed guards outside the room, just in case."
After the doctor left, Emma gazed through the glass at Scarlett lying in the hospital bed.
Once elegant and strong, Scarlett now looked frail and withered, tubes connected to her body, and the monitors emitting a steady "beep."
"How did she end up like this?" Emma asked softly. "Who's been torturing her?"
Michael shook his head. "I don't know. But clearly, she knew too much and became a threat to someone."
After a moment of silence, Emma suddenly remembered something. "George is in this hospital too."
Michael's expression instantly turned cold. "Yeah."
"I want to see him," Emma suggested. "After all..."
Michael's eyes dropped, not agreeing but not refusing either.
Emma felt a pang at his reaction but insisted, "After all, he's also a victim of the car accident. And he saved me. Plus, he might know something about Scarlett."
Michael took a deep breath, seemingly trying to control his emotions. "Alright. Who can say no to my kind-hearted Emma?"
George's room was in the VIP section of the hospital, guarded by two bodyguards. They tensed up at the sight of Michael but eventually let them through.
The room was softly lit, and George was half-reclined in bed, his face pale.
When Emma and Michael entered, his eyes flickered for a moment before he closed them, pretending to be asleep.
"George," Emma called softly. "I know you're awake."
George didn't respond.
Michael let out a cold laugh. "Pretending to sleep? How childish."
Emma approached the bed. "We just came from seeing Scarlett. She's in bad shape, almost unrecognizable."
George's eyelids twitched slightly but remained closed.
"Someone's been torturing her," Emma continued. "Do you know who?"
George's eyelids fluttered more violently before he slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was unfocused, staring blankly in the direction of the voice.
"Scarlett, she had it coming," he rasped, his voice rough like sandpaper. "But I really don't know who's been torturing her."
Michael noticed something odd about George's eyes. The once sharp eyes were now clouded, unresponsive to light.
What happened to his eyes?
While Emma wasn't looking, Michael waved his hand in front of George's face.
But George didn't react.
Michael decided not to tell Emma about this and moved on.
"Have you investigated Scarlett?" Michael suddenly asked, his voice cold and hard.
"How do you know?"
"Just a guess." Michael stepped closer. "With your personality, there's no way you wouldn't know something about Scarlett. What did you find out?"
The air in the room seemed to freeze. George's fingers unconsciously gripped the bedsheet, his knuckles turning white.
"Ever since Phoenix left Lakeside Haven, Scarlett's behavior changed drastically," George said in a low voice. "When Phoenix came back, they met often, but every time they did, Phoenix would disappear for a while. I had people follow her, but they always lost track."
Emma and Michael exchanged a look.
"Go on," Michael urged.
George shook his head. "That's it. Scarlett isn't smart enough to plan any high-level crimes. I think she's just a pawn." He let out a bitter laugh.
Emma's heart skipped a beat.
George was right about one thing: Scarlett was bad, but she wasn't exactly a mastermind. The bad things she did were always pretty obvious. She couldn't come up with any elaborate schemes.
And both Phoenix and Scarlett came from the same family, not exactly known for their smarts.
Most likely, they were being used by someone else.
Maybe there was a mastermind behind both Scarlett and Phoenix.
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Emma couldn't help but ask.
George's empty eyes turned towards her. "Say what? I had no evidence. And..." his voice trailed off, "sometimes, the less you know, the safer you are."
Michael suddenly turned and headed for the door. "I'm going to talk to the attending doctor."
Emma wanted to call him back, but Michael had already left the room.
The atmosphere became awkward with just her and George.
"You and Michael..." George hesitated, "when are you leaving?"
"In a week, I guess."
"You two..."
"We're fine," Emma explained instinctively, then realized it wasn't necessary.
George forced a smile. "He's better for you. At least he won't hurt you."
The words felt like a dull knife slowly piercing Emma's heart, anger and pain churning inside her.
"I'm going to see Grandpa. You rest well."
George's face turned even paler. "Emma."
Emma heard him but acted as if she didn't, turning and leaving without hesitation.
After she left, the door to George's room was suddenly pushed open again. Michael walked in, his face dark, and went straight to the bed.
"The doctor said you're blind," he said with a dangerously calm voice. "But I noticed something interesting. When someone suddenly approaches, your pupils have a slight reaction."
George's body tensed visibly.
"So," Michael leaned in, almost spitting out each word, "are you really blind, or are you faking it?"
George was silent for a few seconds before letting out a bitter laugh.
"Partially blind. I can sense light and vague shapes, but I can't see details. For example, I can see your outline now, but not your expression."
Michael sneered. "How convenient."
"Isn't it?" George mocked himself.
Michael ignored him, continuing to stare at George. "I don't care what game you're playing. If you have any decency left, you'll finalize the divorce with Emma quickly and stop dragging her down."
Surprisingly, George nodded calmly. "Alright."
This straightforward answer pleased Michael.
"The doctor said you can be discharged tomorrow. When that happens, go to court again. This time, I don't want any surprises."
"Okay."
Michael added coldly, "And I don't want Emma to know about your blindness."
"I understand. Emma is so kind." A fleeting emotion crossed George's empty eyes. "This is the least I can do for her."
Michael scrutinized George's expression, as if trying to gauge the truth of his words.
"Let's hope you keep your word."
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