Chapter 664 Relapse
Tears welled up in Emma's eyes. "Really?"
"Yeah," Michael said softly. "I messed up."
After hanging up the phone, Emma hurriedly left the hospital, completely unaware of a familiar figure in the corner.
George stood at the hallway's bend, watching Emma's hurried departure. He had just received an internal call from the hospital, informing him that Emma had come in for a check-up, so he rushed over immediately.
"I need Ms. Stuart's test results ASAP."
"Got it, we'll speed it up."
An hour later.
"Mr. Russell," a doctor approached, handing him a freshly printed report. "These are Ms. Stuart's test results."
George opened the report, and his face turned pale instantly. The tumor had recurred, and the situation was critical. Immediate surgery was necessary.
"What about the baby? Can it be saved?"
"Ms. Stuart's current condition isn't suitable for pregnancy. If she insists on having the baby, the risks are extremely high."
George's hands trembled slightly, a thought flashing through his mind: Emma must not know about this, at least not now.
When Emma returned to the villa, Michael was waiting for her in the living room.
"Where'd you go?" he asked, frowning.
"Just wandering around," Emma replied casually, not wanting to talk much with Michael.
Michael walked over and gently touched her belly. "You need to take care of yourself. Go rest now. We'll pick up Seraphine tomorrow."
Emma forced a smile. "Is Seraphine really coming back tomorrow?"
"Of course," Michael nodded.
Meanwhile, George was at the hospital, discussing Emma's condition with the doctors.
"Surgery must be done ASAP," the attending physician said seriously. "The longer we wait, the greater the risk."
George clenched his fists. "Alright, I'll make sure she comes to the hospital."
The next morning, Emma got up early to personally go to the airport to pick up Seraphine.
Whether out of guilt towards Seraphine and Emma or for some other reason, Michael didn't follow her, nor did he send any bodyguards.
Emma didn't bother to question it. She just wanted to bring Seraphine back as soon as possible.
Emma waited at the airport until noon, but Seraphine's flight never arrived. Michael informed her, "The flight's delayed. You'll have to wait another day."
Emma's heart sank, but what worried her more was the increasing pain in her lower abdomen.
This time, she fainted just as she reached the hospital entrance.
When Emma woke up, she found herself in an operating room, surrounded by doctors with serious expressions.
"What are you doing?" she asked in terror.
"Ms. Stuart, your condition is very dangerous. We need to operate immediately," the lead surgeon explained.
"What surgery? My test results aren't even..."
At that moment, George, dressed in sterile protective gear, walked in slowly, his eyes filled with pain and determination.
"Emma," he said softly, "I'm sorry."
Emma's pupils contracted sharply. "George? What are you doing here? What does this mean?"
George didn't answer, just nodded to the doctors. The anesthetist stepped forward, and Emma's consciousness began to fade.
In her last moment before darkness, she heard George say, "I'm sorry, but the baby can't stay."
Outside the operating room, George leaned against the wall, his hands covering his head. He knew that when Emma woke up, she would hate him to the core. But he had no choice.
On the hospital bed, Emma's eyes snapped open, the blinding white light making her instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes. The memories before she fainted came rushing back, and she broke down instantly, her trembling hand reaching for her belly.
"The baby. Where's my baby?" Her voice was hoarse and broken.
The door to the room opened, and George walked in quickly, holding a cup of warm water. "Emma, you're awake."
A loud slap landed on George's face. Emma was shaking all over, tears streaming down her face. "You killed my baby! You murderer!"
George's face turned to the side from the impact, but he didn't dodge. "Let me explain."
"Explain what?" Emma screamed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. "That was your baby! Yours! How could you..."
George was stunned, then gave a bitter smile. "Don't lie to me, Emma. I know it was Michael's baby."
"I'm not lying! You're the father," Emma sobbed, struggling to breathe.
George's eyes wavered for a moment but quickly regained their calm. "You're willing to lie just to save the baby?"
Emma clutched the bedsheet tightly, her nails digging into her palms. "George, I hate you! I'll never forgive you!"
Seeing her like this, George felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out. He took a deep breath and suddenly knelt on one knee beside the bed. "The baby is still there."
"What?" Emma was stunned.
"At the last moment, I regretted it," George's voice was hoarse. "After giving you the anesthetic, I regretted it. The baby is still there."
Emma's trembling hand reached for her belly again, feeling carefully. There was still a faint movement. She collapsed back onto the bed in relief, tears flowing even more.
"But Emma," George said painfully, looking up, "this baby really can't stay."
"Why?" Emma sat up abruptly. "Just because you think it's Michael's? So you can't accept it?"
George opened his mouth but couldn't bring himself to say the real reason: her tumor had recurred, and continuing the pregnancy could be fatal.
"What a touching reunion," a cold voice came from the doorway.
Both turned to see Michael standing there, a storm brewing in his eyes.
"Michael," Emma instinctively moved closer to George.
This small action completely enraged Michael. He strode over and grabbed George by the collar. "You dare touch my woman and child? Are you tired of living?"
"Stop!" Emma struggled to get out of bed. "Michael, let him go!"
Michael looked at her in disbelief. "You're protecting him? This bastard who tried to kill our child?"
"He didn't kill the baby! The baby is still there," Emma cried, tears streaming down her face. Although George had indeed intended to harm her baby, he had changed his mind at the last moment, and she had kept the baby.
"He tried once; he could try again. Can you guarantee he'll be soft-hearted next time?"
Emma had no answer. As long as George misunderstood, he wouldn't accept Michael's child. But Michael was the same.
If Michael found out the baby was George's, he wouldn't accept it either.
George broke free from Michael's grip and shielded Emma behind him. "Michael, I'm not like you. I won't take out our grudges on an innocent child."
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