Chapter 511 Misunderstanding
From Emma's perspective, it looked like Wanda had thrown herself into George's arms, and George, instead of pushing her away, had wrapped his arm around her waist.
The intimate embrace made Emma's heart sink completely.
"You okay?" Wanda asked, sounding concerned.
George subtly avoided her touch. "My glasses."
"Don't worry, I'll take you to get a new pair," Wanda reassured him softly, opening the car door. "Get in, it's too dangerous here."
George didn't want to be too close to Wanda, but with Emma nearby, possibly still watching him, he had no choice. Without his smart glasses, he couldn't function normally.
If he stayed any longer, Emma would find out.
He couldn't let Emma know he was blind.
His blindness was his penance for Emma; he couldn't let the kind-hearted Emma be burdened by him any longer.
So, George got into Wanda's car.
Wanda helped George into the passenger seat.
Before closing the door, she glanced back at Emma, a victorious smile playing on her lips.
Emma felt her blood run cold.
So this was it. George was in such a hurry to get divorced because he had been with Wanda all along. All those so-called hardships and unavoidable reasons were just excuses.
The silver-gray car slowly drove away, leaving Emma standing alone at the courthouse steps, her divorce decree soaked with tears.
She recalled the look Wanda had given her, filled with blatant pride and triumph.
"So that's how it is," Emma murmured to herself, her voice barely audible.
What she didn't know was that George sat silently in the car, his blind eyes showing no emotion, but his clenched fists betrayed the turmoil inside him.
The silver Mercedes-Benz slowly entered the gates of TeleHealth Hospital, the tires making a dull sound as they rolled over the speed bump.
Wanda was the first to get out, her high heels clicking crisply on the marble floor. She quickly walked around to the passenger side and opened the door.
"Mr. Russell, we're here," she said, her voice deliberately soft. "Let me help you inside."
George didn't move immediately, his long fingers tightening and loosening on the door handle, his knuckles turning pale.
Finally, he nodded silently, reluctantly accepting Wanda's assistance.
The hospital's distinctive smell of disinfectant mixed with the scent of medicine from the end of the hallway, assaulting his sensitive nerves and making his already tense body even more rigid.
The elevator took them directly to the top floor's psychological treatment center. Wanda swiped her card to enter the exclusive treatment area.
The spacious room was decorated in a cozy beige tone, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the entire city.
She locked the door behind them and flipped the "In Session" sign to ensure they wouldn't be disturbed.
"How are you feeling today?" she asked, pointing to an Italian leather recliner in the center of the room. She sat in a leather swivel chair opposite, crossing her legs elegantly. "Would you like to lie down and talk?"
George couldn't see Wanda's gestures and ignored her suggestion, standing still.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting fragmented shadows on George's chiseled face, enveloping his deep-set eyes in a play of light and dark.
Wanda smiled slightly, unsure if she was intentionally intimidating George, but she didn't make things too difficult for him. She gently guided him to sit on a single sofa.
She opened a gold-embossed medical record book, her pen lightly tapping on the paper. "How's your sleep been lately? Any frequent nightmares?"
"Let's get straight to the treatment," George's voice was as cold as ice. "I'm in a hurry."
Wanda chuckled softly and walked to the water dispenser in the corner.
Today, she had deliberately worn a tailored doctor's uniform, with a V-neck silk blouse underneath that peeked out as she moved.
"Have some water," she said, handing a crystal glass to George. Her red-painted nails brushed against his hand, lingering longer than necessary.
George jerked his hand back, the crystal glass shattering on the hardwood floor, sending shards and water everywhere.
"Dr. Salazar, please maintain your professional conduct," his voice was as cold as the Arctic wind, each word biting.
Wanda calmly knelt to clean up, her skirt riding up to reveal her long legs encased in stockings.
"I'm just concerned about my patient," she said, looking up at George with a suggestive gaze. "Especially a special patient like you."
George stood up abruptly, his eyes glinting coldly, exuding an aura that warned others to stay away. "This session is over."
"Wait!" Wanda stood up quickly, grabbing his wrist, her nails nearly digging into his skin. "Your eyes need continued treatment! Do you want to live in darkness forever? I can help you regain your sight!"
"This is exactly what I deserve," George said, forcefully shaking off her hand, his voice low and resolute. "My blindness is my atonement for Emma. I don't need treatment."
Wanda's expression twisted into a snarl, her carefully made-up face contorting.
That damn Emma again!
Emma had long since abandoned George! Now, it was her, Wanda, who was by George's side! Only she truly cared about George! Why was George still fixated on Emma?
At that moment, the treatment room door opened, and Joshua walked in briskly with a new pair of smart glasses, his wary eyes scanning Wanda.
"Mr. Russell, your glasses," Joshua said respectfully, handing them over and subtly positioning himself between George and Wanda.
George put on the glasses, listening to the voice prompts in his ear, feeling a bit more secure.
"Cancel all subsequent treatments," he told Joshua, his voice regaining its usual authority. "We're leaving."
Wanda slowly straightened her disheveled clothes, letting out a light laugh.
George walked out of the treatment room without looking back, the hallway lights casting a long shadow behind him.
"Has Emma left?" George asked.
Joshua followed closely behind, lowering his voice. "Not yet, Ms. Jones has plans with her best friend Mia to..."
Joshua hesitated before revealing the truth. "Celebrate."
Celebrate.
Yes, of course, divorcing him was something worth celebrating for Emma.
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