Chapter 54 Drunkenly Cursing George
"I'm totally sober!" Mia slurred, stumbling around like a newborn deer. She jabbed a finger at George and spat, "Why the hell are you here? Where were you when Emma was going through hell? All you did was snuggle up with that side chick!"
Mia's shouts echoed down the empty street, loud and clear.
"George, let me tell you something, you don't deserve Emma! She's gorgeous, smart, and most importantly, she's been loyal to you. She's waited for you for years, clinging to your empty promises. And what have you done for her?" Mia ranted, waving her arms around like a madwoman.
With every word Mia spewed, Emma's heart clenched tighter. If she pissed George off too much, Mia wouldn't last a day in Lakeside Haven.
Emma had endured beatings and imprisonment for years even though she was George's wife. Mia, who had no ties to George, would have it even worse.
Seeing Mia wasn't gonna shut up, Emma had no choice but to cover her mouth.
Mia was too wasted to fight back, mumbling gibberish that no one could make sense of.
Emma kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, George. I'll go back with you. Just please, don't make things hard for Mia. She's drunk and talking nonsense."
"She seems pretty sober to me," George said coldly, glaring at Mia and blowing a smoke ring. "Emma, is this what you tell people about me? That I let you down?"
"What kind of attitude is that? How can you talk to Emma like that?" Mia broke free from Emma's grip again. She was really drunk and stubborn, refusing to listen to Emma and going head-to-head with George.
"Emma's been through so much, and now she's finally got a decent job and a new life. And you wanna mess that up? Who do you think you are? You think no one else loves Emma? Let me tell you, if you don't want her, plenty of guys do!"
Mia's last words sent George over the edge. He stubbed out his cigarette, looking like a demon from the shadows, and yanked Emma into his arms.
Mia, leaning on Emma, lost her balance and hit the ground.
George shoved Emma into the car and slammed the door, cutting her off from the outside world.
The air inside the car was thick and suffocating, and George's face was dark, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Emma, what the hell are you thinking?" he demanded angrily, gripping the steering wheel so hard it looked like he might snap it. "Don't play dumb! There was no promise between us!"
Emma had long since given up hope that George would remember their once beautiful vows.
Those memories had faded into a black silhouette, blown away by the wind.
She didn't think about those memories anymore. Right now, she was worried about Mia.
"She was just standing up for me," Emma said, feeling a wave of disappointment and a hint of helplessness in her eyes. "If you were a real man, you wouldn't make things hard for Mia, would you?"
"You think I'd let her get hurt?" George retorted coldly, his tone dripping with disdain. "Is that what you think of me?"
"I just want her to get home safe," Emma's voice rose, a surge of defiance in her heart. "It's freezing out there in the middle of the night. It's too dangerous for her to be alone!"
"Everyone's gotta own up to what they say," George muttered, his voice low and eyes flickering with all sorts of emotions, like he was deep in thought.
Seeing him hesitate, Emma's heart clenched. She grabbed his arm, tears brimming in her eyes. "George, please! Mia didn't do anything wrong. It's all on me. Do whatever you want to me, just leave her out of it!"
Her voice was filled with despair and fear, practically begging him. George felt a moment of confusion; the stubborn Emma he remembered now seemed so fragile.
"I'll give you three minutes," he finally said, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness.
"Thank you!" Emma's eyes lit up with gratitude. She quickly opened the car door and got out, feeling a wave of relief.
She hurried over to Mia, who was sprawled on the ground, drunk and mumbling, "Emma, don't let him fool you..."
"Mia, shut up and get up!" Emma's heart ached as she tried to lift her, supporting her as they stumbled towards the apartment.
"I'm fine..." Mia wobbled, her eyes unfocused, a goofy smile on her lips.
"You really drank too much!" Emma shook her head helplessly, but her heart was full of warmth. She knew Mia had confronted George for her sake and felt deeply grateful.
"I just want you to know, he's not worth your love..." Mia kept mumbling. Emma felt a surge of emotion and gently patted her back.
Emma returned to the Russell Villa, her heart a tangled mess of emotions.
She had no clue what George's intentions were. She tread carefully, afraid of setting him off again.
While George was in the shower, Emma took Michael's coffee-stained shirt. Normally, such an expensive shirt should go to the dry cleaners, but Emma didn't have that kind of cash, so she had to wash it by hand.
However, washing her husband's uncle's shirt felt kinda weird...
She carefully placed the shirt in the water, gently rubbing it with her fingers, trying to get the stain out. Just as she was focused on her task, the sound of the shower stopped abruptly, followed by George's footsteps.
"What are you doing?" George's voice was as cold as ice, filled with a sense of menace.
Emma turned around, still holding the wet shirt, her heart racing. "I'm washing clothes."
"Michael's clothes?" George's eyes flashed with anger as he approached her, his gaze sharp as a knife. "You really know how to play men, don't you?"
He angrily kicked over the laundry bucket in front of Emma, splashing water everywhere and soaking her instantly.
Emma backed away in terror, her heart pounding. The physical pain and psychological pressure intertwined, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
"You make me sick! You say you love only me and that I'm the only one you've ever been with? Do you say that to everyone?" George's voice was low and furious, his eyes burning with rage. He grabbed Emma, forcing her to look at him, his tone filled with merciless threat. "Seems like you haven't learned your lesson and only know how to piss me off more!"
Emma felt a wave of despair, struggling to escape, but her strength was no match for George's. Her body was trapped, unable to move, filled with helplessness and fear.
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