Chapter 524 Based on What
George lay there, feeling the cruel twist of fate. Even though he couldn't see, he could vividly imagine Michael carrying Emma away. That guy would definitely use this chance to get close to her, maybe even kiss her feverish forehead right now in the car.
The thought gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. George curled up, wrapping the blanket tightly around himself, as if that could somehow preserve the lingering warmth of Emma.
The dizziness from the high fever grew stronger, and he finally succumbed to a heavy sleep.
Downstairs, a black Mercedes waited quietly.
Michael hurried towards the car, carrying the unconscious Emma. The driver immediately got out to open the rear door for him. When the car's interior light illuminated the driver's face, it revealed the meticulously made-up Wanda.
"Mr. Russell," Wanda bowed respectfully, but her gaze couldn't help but flicker towards Emma in his arms, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes.
"How could you let George see her again?" Michael carefully placed Emma in the back seat and turned to Wanda, his voice sharp with anger. "You were supposed to keep them apart!"
Wanda's face turned pale as she hurried to explain, "Mr. Russell, I've done my best. George has been going out alone a lot lately, and I didn't notice."
"Useless!" Michael grabbed her chin, his grip so tight it brought tears to her eyes. "What am I paying you for? You can't even keep an eye on a blind man!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Russell," Wanda apologized, trembling, a flash of resentment in her eyes. "I promise, next time..."
Michael released her with disgust, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers. "Find a way to make George completely devoted to you. If you fail again..." He narrowed his eyes, the threat clear.
"I understand," Wanda lowered her head, her voice submissive. "George's attitude towards me has softened recently. I'll seize the opportunity."
Michael snorted coldly and got into the back seat, gently resting Emma's head on his shoulder. He tenderly brushed aside the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead, his actions a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.
"Take us home," he ordered.
The car slowly started, merging into the night.
Wanda watched through the rearview mirror as Michael doted on Emma, her grip on the steering wheel turning her knuckles white. Her gaze fell on Emma's beautiful face, even in illness, and jealousy filled the car.
Why Emma?
Both Michael and George, two great men, were deeply in love with her.
Emma was nothing but a wretch. What was so special about her?
One day, she would crush Emma under her feet, avenging the humiliation Emma had once caused her!
After the car stopped at Michael's mansion, he carried Emma inside, leaving Wanda alone in the car, playing the role of the driver.
Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. Phoenix, dressed in tight leather, her red lips curved into a smile, blocked Wanda's path as she was about to get out.
"Long time no see, Wanda." Phoenix's voice was sweet but laced with venom. "Looks like things aren't going well for you either."
"Long time no see? Do you know me?" Wanda laughed. She recognized the woman in front of her, Phoenix, George's cousin.
But Phoenix couldn't possibly know her!
She had undergone plastic surgery at Sunterra, now looking almost identical to Emma, with no trace of her original appearance.
Her current identity was fabricated by Michael.
How could Phoenix know her?
"We're both survivors," Phoenix chuckled. "Don't be nervous. I just want to talk about our common enemy."
A glint of interest flashed in Wanda's eyes. She quickly noted Phoenix's contact information and watched her disappear into the night. This unexpected encounter had found a companion for the venomous snake in her heart.
In the bedroom, Emma tossed and turned in her feverish sleep. She dreamt of being back in the wilderness three years ago, where Anna led a group of people to beat her.
"Wretch!" Dream-Anna laughed shrilly. "Do you think George will come to save you? He abandoned you long ago!"
The pain from the blows felt so real that Emma curled up in agony in her dream. She saw George standing in the distance, turning away coldly.
"No, George, save me," she struggled unconsciously on the sickbed, tears soaking the pillow.
"Ms. Stuart, wake up," a young woman gently shook her shoulder. "You were having a nightmare."
Emma's eyes snapped open, her vision blurry, seeing Michael's assistant's concerned face. She instinctively looked around but didn't find the familiar figure.
"How is George?" Her voice was hoarse, her throat burning.
The assistant looked puzzled. "Ms. Stuart, are you asking about George? I don't know his situation."
Disappointment washed over her like a tide. Emma forced herself to reach for her phone and dialed Michael's number.
"Michael, George..." she began, but Michael interrupted her.
"He's fine," Michael's voice came from the other end, clearly impatient. "I have some things to deal with right now. You rest well, I'll be back soon."
After the call ended, neither of them hung up. Emma placed the phone by her pillow, unaware that this unintentional act would reveal a shocking secret.
Michael's angry voice came through the phone, "George! Why are you still bothering Emma?"
Emma froze, holding her breath.
"I'm not bothering her," George's voice was weak but firm. "She has a fever, I couldn't just leave her."
"Playing the saint, are we?" Michael sneered. "A few days ago on the island, didn't you abandon her to the pirates?"
"Abandon her?" George's voice suddenly rose. "Every scar on my body is from protecting her! Those pirates' knives nearly killed me, but I never regretted it!"
Emma felt like she'd been struck by lightning, her fingers clutching the bedsheet tightly. She remembered that terrifying night on the island, remembered Michael telling her George had left her to save himself. But now, it seemed it was all lies.
"Shut up!" Michael roared. "Do you think saying this will change anything? Emma is mine now!"
"I promised you, I won't see her again," George's voice suddenly calmed, filled with heartbreaking resolve. "As long as she's safe and happy, I'd rather disappear forever."
The sound of a door slamming came through the phone, followed by a deathly silence. Emma's tears fell silently. She finally understood how deeply she had been deceived. The betrayals she believed in were actually George risking his life to protect her.
Meanwhile, outside the hospital, in a nearby café, Wanda and Phoenix were plotting their revenge.
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