Chapter 51 Almost strangled to death
Emma stood off to the side, cheeks a bit pink, feeling all kinds of nervous. She never thought Charles would drop a bomb like that. Everyone else looked just as shocked.
"Emma, it's pretty obvious to me what's going on between you and George," Charles said, smiling gently, his voice dripping with affection.
Emma looked down, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress, feeling super shy.
She thought back to those close moments with George, and her face turned even redder.
"Grandpa, I..." she started, but had no clue how to explain.
"It's alright, Emma," Charles waved it off, his eyes full of forgiveness. "I know you're a good kid. I trust you won't do anything bad. If anyone's got a problem, they can talk to my lawyers." He smiled kindly, then shot a stern look at the annoyed Anna and Scarlett.
Scarlett and Anna stood there, faces full of disdain. Scarlett scoffed, "Dad, don't be fooled by her innocent act. She doesn't deserve to be part of the Russell family!"
"Enough!" Charles suddenly barked, his gaze sharp. "Emma is my granddaughter-in-law, period! As long as I'm alive, no one can make them get a divorce!"
Emma felt a warmth in her heart and looked at Charles gratefully, tears shining in her eyes.
"It's getting late, George, take Emma home."
George, smiling gently, stepped forward and took Emma's hand.
"Let's go, Emma, I'll take you home."
At his touch, Emma's heart skipped a beat.
George's hand was cool, but it felt like a hot iron against Emma's skin, making her uneasy.
But when Emma saw Anna's jealous face, she felt a rush of satisfaction. She held George's hand tighter, raised it for Anna to see, and said sweetly, "Alright, honey, let's go!"
They walked out of the Russell Mansion slowly, Emma sticking close to George the whole way.
But as soon as they hit a camera blind spot, George yanked his arm away and coldly asked, "Emma, I really underestimated you. How did you get my Grandpa to defend you like that?"
George's face was full of disgust. Emma still remembered what George looked like when he was younger. This cold, ruthless George was nothing like the gentle boy he used to be.
How things had changed.
Emma wasn't mad. She brushed her hair aside and smiled sweetly at George, "George, what are you talking about? If I had the power to charm people, you'd be the first one I'd want to charm."
George's face was blank. "So you're admitting you drugged me and climbed into my bed back then."
"If Mr. Russell thinks so, then it must be true." Emma kept smiling, but to George, that smile was infuriating.
Night had fallen, the streetlights flickered, but the tension in the car was thick.
George gripped the steering wheel, his brows furrowed, anger boiling inside him. Emma sat in the passenger seat, her face a bit pale, but she wasn't scared.
A similar smile flashed in George's mind, and he tightened his grip on the wheel, suddenly slamming on the brakes.
The car screeched to a halt, and Emma's body was painfully jerked by the seatbelt, filling her with fear. Her tumor started acting up, and the pain surged like a tidal wave, almost unbearable.
Emma curled up, trying to ease the pain, but George yanked her over, his eyes filled with intense loathing.
"You act like such a slut," George spat.
"Yeah, I'm a slut, but your precious Anna is even worse! You have no idea what she's done; you can't even imagine." Her voice was light, but every word hit him like a punch.
"Shut up!" George snapped, "You're just trying to slander Anna again!"
"Come on! She has got pregnant multiple times, aborted multiple times; I don't think I am slandering her!" Emma said with a pained smile. "She has a history of dating many men. And three years ago, the kid she was carrying wasn't even yours."
"Emma! Do you think I won't kill you right now?" George roared, his murderous gaze boring into her, his right hand bulging with veins as he gripped her neck.
Emma's neck was so slender that George could easily snap it with a little force. She couldn't breathe anymore, her mind went blank, flashing back to that unforgettable summer.
Was this what death felt like?
Emma felt a sense of relief. If she were to die, she wouldn't have to endure both physical and emotional pain anymore.
But then again, she hadn't avenged her daughter yet.
Her consciousness began to fade, tears slipping from her eyes.
George's gaze suddenly flickered, and he abruptly released her.
Emma gasped for air, catching a glimpse of George's turbulent cold eyes. She took a breath and said, "George, you can check what I just said."
George sneered, "Do you think I'd believe a woman with a criminal record?"
"If I’m lying, I’ll die right now."
"Then go die." He cursed mercilessly.
Emma felt a wave of despair. She couldn't cry anymore, probably because she was truly disappointed. It was already late autumn, the leaves were falling, and the cold wind was biting, but the physical cold was nothing compared to the cold in her heart.
"Get out!" George opened the car door, issuing his command.
Emma felt a wave of despair, enduring the pain, opened the car door, and stumbled out.
George once again left her alone on the road.
The car slowly drove away, leaving Emma standing alone on the dark road, the surrounding lights becoming blurry in her eyes. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart, pain and grievance intertwining, making it hard for her to breathe.
"Why don't you believe me?" she murmured, tears falling and soaking her cheeks, "You can investigate and find the truth. Why won't you check?"
Emma curled up on the side of the road, her face already pale.
Her body was cold, her consciousness fading, her throat burning, and it seemed like there wasn't a single healthy part left in her broken body.
Colorful spots began to appear before her eyes.
She saw a silver car stop in front of her, and a man with a black umbrella walked up to her. He wore expensive black leather shoes, and his facial features seemed familiar.
Was that an angel coming to take her to heaven?
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