Chapter 640 Leaving
George took one last look at the second-floor window of the estate, the room that used to be Emma's bedroom. Then, he slowly turned around and staggered towards his car.
The sound of the engine starting jolted the dozing security guard awake. Rubbing his eyes, he saw the once confident and spirited George driving away like a ghost.
Upstairs, Emma stood behind the curtains, watching George's car disappear into the morning fog. Her nails dug deep into her palms, blood dripping onto the carpet, but she felt no pain.
"I'm sorry, George," she cried silently, her tears blurring her vision.
She knew how hurtful her words were, knew how much pain George was in. But for his and Seraphine's safety, she had no choice.
Today was the day she would leave Lakeside Haven. Once she left, Seraphine would return to her, and George would be safe.
Sophia knocked on Emma's door, carrying breakfast. "Emma? I made your favorite."
The door opened, and Sophia's heart ached at the sight of Emma's pale face and swollen eyes. "Sweetheart," she said, setting down the tray and gently hugging Emma, "what's wrong? Tell me, please."
Emma leaned on Sophia's shoulder and finally broke down in tears. "Mom, I'm in so much pain."
Sophia gently patted Emma's back. "Silly girl, what can't you tell your mom?"
"I can't say," Emma shook her head. "If I do, it will hurt George and Seraphine."
Sophia caught the name Seraphine.
Seraphine? Wasn't she already gone?
"Emma, what are you talking about?"
Emma snapped out of it, quickly wiping her tears. "Nothing."
Seeing Emma's panicked expression, Sophia was even more certain that something was wrong.
Meanwhile, George returned to his office and immediately called his trusted aides. "Keep tracking Michael's recent activities."
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the distant sky with determination. "Emma, I will find out the truth."
Just as Emma was about to leave the house, the door suddenly swung open. George stood there, looking exhausted and disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes, clearly having not slept well for days. His suit was wrinkled, and his tie was askew, a far cry from his usual elegance.
"Emma!" His voice was hoarse, and he rushed forward, grabbing Emma's wrist. "Come with me! Right now!"
Emma looked around in panic, afraid that Michael's men were watching. "George, let go of me!" She struggled, keeping her voice low.
George's voice trembled with emotion. "Emma, Michael is threatening you, isn't he? He's forcing you to leave me, right?"
Emma's heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. She forced herself to shake off George's hand and step back. "Stop being so self-centered! I've been tired of you for a long time!" She raised her voice, making it sound sharp and piercing.
"I've always loved Michael!" She almost shouted, her voice echoing in the empty hallway. "Marrying you was just to get back at you! My goal is achieved, and I'm leaving!"
At that tense moment, a small figure suddenly rushed over.
"Mommy!" Lucas ran up and hugged Emma's leg, looking up with tear-stained eyes. "Please don't go! I'll be good!"
Emma's body stiffened. She looked down at Lucas's innocent face, her heart feeling like it was being torn apart. Lucas's eyes were filled with tears, his long lashes glistening with droplets.
"Lucas," her voice trembled.
George immediately knelt down and hugged his son. "Lucas, be good and come with Daddy."
"No!" Lucas broke free from George's embrace and ran back to Emma. "Mommy promised to take me to the amusement park! You're lying! You're a bad mommy!"
Those words felt like knives stabbing into Emma's heart. She held back her tears and hardened her heart, pushing her son away. "Lucas, Mommy has something to do right now."
"You're lying!" Lucas sobbed, "Grandma said you're going with the bad man! You don't want me and Daddy anymore!"
At that moment, a black Maybach slowly pulled up and stopped at the door. Michael stepped out, looking sharp and composed. Emma steeled herself and quickly walked up to him, wrapping her arm around his and even planting a loud kiss on his cheek in front of everyone.
"Michael, you're just in time," she said, forcing a seductive smile and a sweet voice. "George is bothering me again. It's so annoying."
George stood there, his face ashen. His body swayed as if he might collapse at any moment, but he stubbornly shook his head, his voice barely audible. "Emma, you don't have to do this. I know you have your reasons."
"Reasons?" Emma sneered, deliberately leaning closer to Michael to make their posture more intimate. "George, can you stop being so ridiculous?" Her voice was full of mockery. "Michael is the one I love. You were just a pathetic substitute."
Michael smugly wrapped his arm around Emma's slender waist, looking at George with a lazy, dangerous smile. "Did you hear that? If you know what's good for you, stay away and stop bothering my woman."
Emma turned away, refusing to look at Lucas's tear-streaked face. She clung to Michael's arm, her voice cold as ice. "Let's go."
Lucas saw this and suddenly ran up, hugging her waist tightly. "Don't go! You're my mommy!" His small hands gripped tightly, his nails digging into Emma's clothes.
Michael frowned impatiently and reached out to pull Lucas away. Emma quickly pried Lucas's hands off. "Lucas! Stop it!"
Her voice was so harsh that even George looked up at her in shock. Lucas was scared and let go, stumbling back with a look of disbelief.
"Mommy," his voice was as light as a feather, tears streaming down his face.
Emma forced herself to smile coldly. "Lucas, listen to Daddy. Mommy... Mommy will come back to see you."
It was an obvious lie, and even a child could tell. Lucas's tears flowed even more, but he stubbornly wiped them away with his hand, his chest heaving.
"I hate you!" He suddenly shouted, turning and throwing himself into George's arms. "I don't want Mommy anymore!"
Michael smugly led Emma to the car. At the last moment before getting in, Emma couldn't help but look back.
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