Chapter 62 A Man's Competitive Instinct
Emma's heart did a somersault, her face going ghostly white. She fumbled with her clothes, trying to hide the steamy moment that just went down. Her wild heartbeat suddenly hit the brakes, and the fire in her veins turned to ice.
She got why George was acting all weird.
Emma hated herself for being such a sucker. She'd been played so many times. Why did she still think George gave a damn about her? Why did she think he was jealous?
Total fantasy. George was just marking his territory. And Emma? She was just a pawn in his game.
Today, it didn't matter if it was Emma or some random can on the street. If Michael showed interest, George would snatch it away.
It was just George's pathetic need to win.
Emma let out a bitter laugh, feeling George's presence behind her. "Take good care of my wife, Uncle Michael," he said.
Michael flashed a gentlemanly smile, "Of course."
Emma, not wanting George to find another reason to mess with her, skipped buying a scarf and slapped a band-aid over the red mark George left.
Back at her desk, her phone started ringing non-stop, annoying everyone around her. She got a flood of texts from unknown numbers, all calling her names and accusing her of seducing George.
Only Anna could pull something like this. Emma couldn't think of anyone else.
Anna was just pissed off by their hug.
Emma didn't bother reading the texts. She muted her phone, flipped it over, and ignored the hate.
After wrapping up her work, Emma checked her phone. Maybe Anna had given up; the texts had stopped. Just then, a call came in.
It was the Russell Family's servant, inviting her over for dinner.
Emma had planned to visit Charles, who hadn't been feeling well. Of course, she'd bring his favorite cake.
Standing in front of the shop again, she couldn't help but think of Lucas, who almost got into trouble. How could someone as nasty as Anna have such a sweet kid like Lucas?
As Emma pushed open the door to the Russell Mansion, her heart clenched.
Anna lounged on the sofa, munching on a piece of fruit, a smug smile on her face. Lucas was next to her, head on a pillow, sleeping soundly.
Seeing Lucas, Emma felt a stab of pain. It always brought her back to that night, the induced labor, and the child she never got to meet.
"Here so soon?" Anna looked up, smugness in her eyes, her tone dripping with provocation.
"I'm here to see Grandpa." Emma felt uneasy, wanting to head upstairs, but Anna's voice stopped her.
"That old man isn't here," Anna said slowly, mocking, "Heart attack. The doc says it's not looking good. What great news."
"What? Grandpa had a heart attack and is in the hospital?" Emma's heart sank, a thousand thoughts racing.
She realized Anna had known about Charles's condition all along and had the servant call her here on purpose. Anger surged as she glared at Anna, thinking, 'What's Anna up to?'
"Anna, which hospital is Grandpa in?" Emma asked coldly, her hatred for Anna deepening.
"Do you even deserve to know?" Anna's fake innocence was laughable, but her smirk grew wider. "Emma, look at you. Poor and shameless. What right do you have to compete with me for George? Don't think just 'cause George did something today, he actually cares. He just finds it amusing!"
Anna's nose was so high in the air, it was ridiculous. She was clearly pissed about George kissing Emma, even though she tried to act all superior.
Emma saw right through her and shot back, "If George kissed me just for fun, why are you so mad? Why spend money to have people spam me with those texts? Cut the crap. Why did you call me here?"
Anna's laugh turned sinister as she grabbed Emma's wrist, her eyes full of malice. "Oh, it's something important." Her smile was like a devil's, getting closer and closer. The whispers of a demon echoed in Emma's ears, sending chills down her spine. "Emma, your memory sucks. Remember your days in prison, the baby you lost, and your grandpa who died suddenly? You still wanna compete with me for George?"
"What are you talking about?" Emma's heart skipped a beat, her face going pale. Memories of torment flooded her mind, especially when Anna mentioned Douglas's death.
"Didn't you know? Douglas died because of you." Anna's voice was like a knife, stabbing Emma's heart. "If it weren't for you causing trouble, how would Douglas have had a heart attack?"
"You're lying!" Emma snapped, but fear crept in.
"Lying? Look at yourself. You're not fit to be his granddaughter." Anna's voice was icy, her eyes full of malice.
Rage surged in Emma, and she wanted to punch Anna. Her fists clenched tight.
Just as she was about to act, Anna smiled coldly and picked up a fruit knife. The blade glinted in the sunlight, warning Emma, "Try it if you dare."
"What are you trying to do?" Emma's heart tightened, realizing the danger. She became secretly vigilant.
"I'm just reminding you who's in control here." Anna's smile had a hint of madness, her eyes flickering with unease. "If you come near me, I'll..."
Emma thought Anna was going to hurt her, but she never expected Anna to point the sharp blade at Lucas, who was sleeping on the sofa.
"Let Lucas have a taste of blood!"
Emma's heart pounded wildly. "Anna, what are you doing?" she screamed, her heart racing uncontrollably.
"Emma, let's see what you'll do now!" Anna said, her eyes locked on Emma. Then she suddenly raised the fruit knife and slashed it across Lucas's delicate face!
"Stop!" Emma's scream and Lucas's cries of pain rang out almost simultaneously.
The angelic little face was cut open with a thin, long gash, the delicate skin splitting, blood flowing freely.
Lucas screamed in agony, the sound piercing and shrill. Emma's heart clenched instantly, the pain in his voice cutting through her like a knife.
"Lucas!" Emma cried out, panicking, wanting to rush forward to comfort Lucas and stop the bleeding.
But Anna smiled coldly, quickly shoving the knife into Emma's hand, a sinister smile on her lips. "Look, now you're really a murderer."
"Are you crazy?" Emma yelled, panic washing over her. She held the knife but was at a loss. She knew Anna was setting her up.
"Try it if you dare!" Anna's voice had a hint of madness, her eyes gleaming with triumph, as if watching a drama about to unfold.
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