Chapter 617 No Body
The cops were caught off guard by Emma's frantic state and instinctively tried to pry her fingers off. "Ma'am, please calm down! We get you're upset, but there's no one named George here."
"Get it?" Emma suddenly laughed, a sound that sent chills down everyone's spine. "How could you possibly get it? My lover's dead, my daughter's dead, and now you won't even let me see his body?" She leaned in close to the officer's face. "Is this Michael's doing? How much did he pay you?"
The alarm blared, and four or five officers rushed in, pinning her to the ground. As the cold handcuffs clicked around her wrists, Emma kept laughing hysterically. "Fine, lock me up! Once I find out the truth, none of you will get away with this!"
In the thin detention uniform, Emma curled up in the corner. Her long hair was disheveled, covering half her face.
The mottled water stains on the wall blurred in her vision, and she seemed to see George's last smile again. The day they parted, he had turned around while tying his tie, asking her to help adjust it. His fingers brushed against her cheek.
"Liar." Her nails dug deep into her palms, blood seeping through her fingers. "How dare you just disappear like that."
The sound of the iron door opening snapped her out of her daze.
"Emma."
Gray stood at the door, his usually immaculate silver hair slightly disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes. He quickly walked over and draped his suit jacket over her shoulders. "It's okay now, let's go home."
Emma grabbed his arm suddenly. "Gray, you found him, didn't you? Where is he?" Her nails almost dug into Gray's flesh. "Tell me the truth, is he really..."
Gray sighed, gently patting her hand. "Let's go back first. I've got people looking into it. We'll have news soon."
The fireplace at the Stuart Villa roared, but it couldn't chase away the chill in Emma's bones.
She stared intently at the document on the coffee table, which clearly stated: Flight MH730 had not crashed, and all passengers had safely arrived at their destination.
"That's impossible." Her voice trembled. "The news that day clearly..."
"The news was fabricated," Gray said in a low voice. "I had someone hack into the airline's system. This is the original flight data."
Emma's fingers unconsciously rubbed George's boarding record on the document. She suddenly looked up. "Then where is he now? If the plane didn't crash, why hasn't he contacted me?"
Gray's frown deepened. "There are two possibilities. Either he doesn't want to be found, or..."
"He's being controlled." Emma's voice was as cold as ice. "That lunatic Michael, it must be him."
"I'm going to find Michael." She stood up abruptly, the blanket falling to the floor.
Gray grabbed her shoulder. "Are you crazy? You can't just storm into the Russell Villa alone!"
"Then what do you want me to do?" She shook off Gray's hand, her voice choked with emotion. "Sit here and wait for him to be tortured to death? Gray, that's George!"
Gray's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, his expression changing drastically. "What? Are you sure?"
Emma's heart nearly stopped.
Gray hung up, his expression complicated. "Someone saw George in Sunterra. At a seven-star hotel owned by the Auris Group, and..." He paused. "He was with a woman."
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Emma felt something shatter inside her chest, the sharp fragments piercing her painfully. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
"Emma," Gray said, his voice filled with concern.
"When did this happen?" Her voice was eerily calm.
"Three days ago. The hotel surveillance footage is blurry, but the figure does resemble him." Gray handed her his phone. "This is a photo taken secretly."
The man in the photo wore a well-tailored suit, his arm around a woman's waist as they entered an elevator. Though it was only a side profile, the outline was unmistakably...
Emma stood in the lobby of Sunterra's most luxurious hotel, the light from the crystal chandelier stabbing painfully into her eyes.
She clutched the blurry photo tightly, her knuckles white. The familiar figure in the photo, the George who once held her and said, "I will only love you in this lifetime," was now holding another woman.
"Impossible," she muttered to herself, her nails digging into her palms. "It must be Michael's plot."
Gray stood beside her, his brow furrowed. "Emma, maybe we should..."
"I need to see for myself." She cut him off, her voice as cold as ice. "If it's him, I need him to tell me why."
The elevator stopped at the top floor.
Emma's heart nearly stopped.
At the end of the hallway, that familiar figure stood with his back to her, his long fingers resting on the door handle. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, and even the small mole on the back of his neck was the same. It was George, without a doubt.
"George!"
Her voice echoed in the empty hallway.
George turned slowly, his gaze so unfamiliar it chilled her to the bone.
"Miss, can I help you?" His tone was as cold as if he were addressing a salesperson.
Emma stumbled back, as if stabbed in the chest.
"You don't recognize me?" Her voice trembled. "I'm Emma."
George frowned, a hint of impatience in his eyes. "Sorry, I don't know you."
At that moment, the suite door opened.
Wanda stepped out in a silk robe, affectionately linking her arm with George's. "George, who is it?"
Emma's pupils contracted sharply. Wanda!
Her again!
"Just a strange woman." George gently patted Wanda's hand. "She must have mistaken me for someone else."
Emma's tears finally broke free. "George! Look at me! You know who I am! You..."
"Enough." George's cold voice cut her off. "Miss, you do resemble my wife a bit, but please have some self-respect." He tightened his hold on Wanda's waist. "Don't try to ruin our relationship."
Emma felt her world spinning.
She stared into George's eyes, searching for a trace of the warmth she once knew, but those eyes, once filled with love, now held only coldness and disdain.
"You really don't remember me?" Her voice was as light as a feather. "Don't you remember you promised to..."
"Security!" George suddenly shouted, "Get this crazy woman out of here!"
Two burly men immediately rushed over and grabbed Emma.
In the last moment before being dragged away, she saw Wanda leaning into George's embrace, giving her a triumphant smile.
Cold rain pelted her face as Emma collapsed by the fountain outside the hotel, retching with heartbreak.
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