Chapter 517 Stubbornness
Lucas heard those words and cried even harder, his small hands clinging tightly to George's neck, his tiny body almost hanging off him.
"No! I won't go! Dad can't see, I want to be your eyes! I want to guide you, help you find things!"
The child's voice carried a determination far beyond his years, each word stabbing into George's heart like a knife.
George's body visibly stiffened. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and spoke in the steadiest voice he could muster, "Lucas, be good and go back with your mom. I'm really fine, I don't need any help."
He said the words he didn't believe, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
"You're lying!" Lucas suddenly shouted, his face turning red, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Dad can't see! I saw it! Without his smart glasses, he bumps into things, spills his food, and can't even see me standing right in front of him!"
The child cried out the details he had secretly observed over the past few days, each word piercing through George's forced calm like an arrow.
George's face turned as white as a sheet. He fumbled to stand up, trying to prove he was okay, but stumbled and nearly fell because he couldn't see.
Emma couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward to steady his shaking body. "George, stop pretending. What's really going on? Tell me the truth!"
"I told you I'm fine!" He shook off her hand forcefully, his voice filled with unprecedented determination and coldness.
"Emma, we're divorced! My problems are none of your business! Take Lucas and leave, never come back! Pretend we never met!"
His words were sharp like knives, but couldn't hide the tremble in his voice.
Emma was hurt by his sudden coldness, but she didn't back down. Instead, she stepped forward more firmly. "You can't fool me, George. Are your eyes really blind? Tell me the truth!"
"Enough!" He interrupted harshly, his empty eyes bloodshot. "I don't need your pity! Do you think I'm still the George who couldn't live without you?"
His lips curled into a sarcastic smile, but his voice grew quieter. "Go back to your new life, that's where you belong."
Lucas suddenly broke free from Emma's grasp and clung to George's leg, his small body shaking with sobs. "Dad, don't send me away! I want to take care of you! I can help you get things, read you stories, don't be alone..."
The child's voice grew smaller, finally turning into helpless whimpers.
George's body trembled violently. He crouched down, fumbling to pull Lucas into his arms, gently patting the child's back, his voice still cold.
"Lucas, be good. Go back with your mom, I'll come see you." He spoke the lie even he didn't believe, his heart aching.
"You're lying!" Lucas looked up with tear-filled eyes, his voice full of grievance and anger. "Dad can't see, how can he come see me! Dad is lying again!"
The child's words pierced through George's last facade.
George's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, but he said nothing.
He stiffly stood up, fumbling his way back into the house. "Joshua! Show them out!"
Emma stood there, watching the once confident George now stumbling away, tears silently falling.
She bent down to pick up the crying Lucas, softly comforting him. "Lucas, be good. We'll come back to see your dad tomorrow."
The next morning, Emma went to the hospital alone. In the neurology corridor, she met George's attending physician.
"Doctor, I need to know George's condition."
The doctor adjusted his glasses and sighed. "Mr. Russell's optic nerves are severely damaged. The chances of recovery are very slim."
Emma's legs went weak, and she held onto the wall to keep from falling. "Was it because of the car accident?"
"Yes." The doctor looked through the medical records. "Mr. Russell's eyes show no physical injuries, but he can't see. Experts believe it's psychological. So, if Mr. Russell doesn't address his psychological issues, his blindness is likely permanent."
Emma's world spun.
That day, she left Lakeside Haven with Lucas without looking back, and George...
"It's my fault, all my fault," she murmured, tears blurring her vision. "Why didn't you tell me?"
The doctor handed her a tissue. "Mr. Russell didn't want us to contact you. He said he owed you this."
Emma clenched the tissue in her hand, her heart aching.
She finally understood that George's hurtful words and cold attitude were all to drive her away.
Emma wiped the tears from her face, pausing slightly as her fingers touched the wet marks.
She took a deep breath, her eyes becoming firm and determined, as if she had made a decision.
"Doctor," her voice still carried a hint of a sob, but her tone was resolute, "I want to take George to see a psychologist. His condition needs not only physical treatment but also professional psychological counseling."
The doctor adjusted his glasses, his brows furrowed, looking troubled. "Ms. Jones, it won't be easy. Mr. Russell is very resistant to any form of treatment, especially psychological. Last week, the expert we brought in had a difficult time communicating with him."
"I'll find a way," Emma interrupted the doctor, her eyes shining with unwavering determination.
When she arrived at George's villa, Joshua was trimming the bushes at the entrance.
Seeing Emma, Joshua put down the shears, his face showing a troubled expression. "Ms. Jones, Mr. Russell left early this morning, said he had an important meeting."
Emma's heart sank. She immediately pulled out her phone and dialed George's number.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, George's voice on the other end was cold, almost devoid of any warmth.
"I told you not to contact me again." Each word felt like it was pulled from an icebox.
"I'm taking you to see a psychologist," Emma said directly, her voice firm and unyielding. "Your condition needs not only eye treatment but also professional psychological help. You can't keep running away."
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