Chapter 660 Incident
Emma felt the world spinning around her. A sharp pain twisted in her lower abdomen, and everything went black as she collapsed forward.
"Emma!" George's voice seemed to come from far away, filled with unmistakable panic.
Strong arms caught her just in time. Emma forced her eyes open and met George's anxious gaze, filled with the familiar concern she knew so well.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice laced with undisguised worry.
Emma wanted to push him away, but found she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand. She could only weakly shake her head. "I'm fine."
Without another word, George scooped her up and carried her towards the lounge, ignoring Primrose's indifferent glance as she pulled out her phone to play a game, as if the man who had just left wasn't her fiancé but a stranger.
In the quiet lounge, George gently placed Emma on a soft couch and handed her a glass of warm water.
"Thanks." Emma took the glass, her fingers brushing against his and recoiling as if shocked, nearly spilling the water.
George sat beside her in silence for a moment, his gaze falling on her flat stomach. "Being pregnant is hard, isn't it?"
Emma stiffened, the water in her glass trembling, ripples forming on the surface.
"Is it so hard that you won't give up your child? Is his child more important than our Seraphine? Are you willing to have a child for a murderer? Do you know what kind of person Michael is?" His voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed pain, each word seeming to be forced out from deep within his chest.
Emma looked up at George, the man she loved but couldn't be with, and tears finally broke free, silently streaming down her pale cheeks. "George, I..."
At that moment, the door to the lounge opened, and a bodyguard entered with a maid. "Mrs. Russell, let me take care of you."
George stood up, giving Emma one last, deep look filled with complex emotions before turning and leaving. As the door closed, Emma felt as if she could hear the sound of her heart breaking, so clear and so painfully.
Outside the church, George stood alone on the steps, gazing into the distant sky, his handsome profile looking particularly stern in the sunlight. Primrose approached him, her red lips parting. "The plan is going smoothly. Michael has taken the bait."
George responded with a noncommittal sound, his voice revealing no emotion.
Primrose hesitated before voicing her doubt. "You still love her, don't you?"
George didn't answer, only clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He loved Emma, loved her to the point of madness, to the point of heartbreak.
Inside the church, Emma wiped away her tears, straightened her dress, and forced herself to stand. She knew this game was far from over. For Seraphine, for George, and for herself, she had to keep going, even if her heart was shattered into a million pieces.
Feelings couldn't be an obstacle; she had to act.
The engagement ceremony was extremely simple. After it ended, Emma didn't say goodbye to George and walked straight out.
The setting sun cast long shadows on the church steps, elongating Emma's slender figure. She stared blankly in the direction of Michael's departing convoy, her delicate fingers nearly crushing her phone.
Why did Michael suddenly leave?
He said something happened. Who was in trouble?
Seraphine. The thought struck her like lightning, making her shudder. Michael's sudden return to Sunterra—could it be that something happened to Seraphine? With her recent interactions with George, could Michael be using Seraphine to warn her to behave?
The terrifying thought twisted her stomach in knots.
She dialed the base manager's number, her voice low and strained, almost forced through clenched teeth. "How is Seraphine today?"
"Seraphine is safe, playing on the swing in the garden," the manager's respectful voice came through the receiver. "She just had two cookies and is now playing hide-and-seek with the nanny."
Emma breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the unease in her heart grew like wild weeds. She had to see Seraphine's safety with her own eyes. The urge became stronger and stronger. Making a quick decision, she called her private driver, her voice regaining its usual calm. "Prepare the plane immediately. I'm going to Sunterra."
In the private villa at Sunterra, Michael was in a rage in his study. An expensive vase lay shattered on the floor, shards scattered everywhere, some even grazing his assistant's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.
"Those Black River Gang bastards!" His eyes were bloodshot, pacing the study like an enraged lion, his expensive shoes crunching on the porcelain shards. "Gather all our men. I want them to pay! They need to know the consequences of crossing me!"
Just then, the assistant knocked on the door cautiously, his voice trembling with fear. "Mr. Russell, Ms. Stuart is here."
Michael's anger froze instantly. He stopped pacing, straightened his tie, and his voice returned to its usual calm. "Let her in."
Emma entered, her face showing just the right amount of concern, her brows furrowed, eyes filled with worry. "I couldn't stop worrying about you, so I came over."
A flicker of surprise crossed Michael's eyes, quickly replaced by satisfaction. He pulled Emma into a tight embrace, almost suffocating her. "So worried about me?" His voice carried a hint of teasing, yet there was an underlying pleasure.
Emma suppressed her discomfort, burying her face in his chest, inhaling the heavy scent of his cologne mixed with a faint smell of blood. "Yes, I was afraid something happened to you." Her voice was muffled, trembling just enough.
"Are you afraid something happened to me, or to Seraphine?" Michael mocked.
Emma didn't respond, just looked quietly into Michael's eyes. Those eyes were filled with worry, and although Michael knew it was all for Seraphine, through those eyes, he seemed to see Celeste again.
Celeste used to look at him like that. Whenever he was obsessed with Emma, Celeste would look at him with those eyes.
But back then, he didn't cherish it.
Facing those eyes, he inexplicably didn't want to disappoint her. So he softened his tone. "There's no need to worry here. Go check on Seraphine."
"Really?" Emma lifted her head from his chest, her voice soft, eyes filled with cautious hope.
Michael seemed to be in a good mood, a rare smile appearing on his face. "Go ahead. I'll be busy for the next few days anyway." He reached out to stroke her hair. "Spend some time with her."
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