Chapter 85 Awakening George
Emma looked straight at Anna, her voice steady but firm, like she was laying down the law. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Anna's face twisted, a flicker of unease crossing her features. She knew Emma wasn't messing around; this was a serious warning.
"You!" Anna's voice caught in her throat, her anger bubbling up with nowhere to go. She glanced between Emma and Ethan, trying to figure out her next move. "Just you wait!"
Anna's rage simmered down a bit, but she was still fuming. She turned on her heel, dragging the unconscious George out of the room, leaving Emma and Ethan behind.
"Sorry you had to see that," Emma sighed, still feeling a bit on edge.
"I should be the one saying sorry," Ethan said, his eyes full of concern. "If I'd been quicker back then, maybe you wouldn't have ended up with George."
"Maybe it's just fate."
Emma used to scoff at the idea of fate, but now, she was starting to believe. Her fate seemed to be all about enduring pain.
After splitting from George, Emma stayed alone at Billy's hospital for a while, enjoying some rare peace, but Mia still didn't show up.
During this time, she wasn't bothered by anything. She'd wake up to the sterile white walls of the hospital. On sunny days, she'd go for a walk outside, savoring the last couple of months she had left.
Emma wasn't shocked by the news of her impending death.
She'd been ready to die for a while. The extra years she'd gotten from medication felt like a bonus. How could she complain?
Time drifted by slowly for her. But while Emma's life was calm, the Russell Family was in turmoil.
Even though all the tests said George's body was fine, he was still out cold.
The doctors told the Russell Family that George needed some kind of external stimulation to wake up. But neither Anna's constant presence nor anyone else's concern seemed to do the trick.
Anna stayed by his side every day, trying to wake him with her voice, but it was like shouting into a void. She was getting more anxious and desperate by the day.
"Why won't George wake up?" Anna fumed, feeling helpless and already plotting her next move.
If George stayed in a coma forever, he was useless to her. She needed to find another rich guy to latch onto.
While Anna schemed, Scarlett was on the verge of a breakdown.
George was her only son, the sole heir to the Russell Family. Lucas was too young to take on any responsibilities.
In the cutthroat business world, Lucas was an easy target for everyone.
Three days later, George finally showed some signs of life; he mumbled, "Emma, Emma..."
"Is the Emma he's calling for you?" The doctor asked Anna, his eyes narrowing. "Talk to him more; it might help his recovery."
Anna awkwardly looked down, and everyone exchanged glances. No one had expected George to call out for Emma, even in his coma.
Could it be that George still had feelings for her?
Scarlett didn't want Emma anywhere near George. Emma had always been a thorn in Anna's side and had almost disfigured Lucas. How could Scarlett feel comfortable with Emma around George?
But as time went on, George kept getting thinner and thinner.
"Get Emma here! Make her apologize to George! If George doesn't wake up, she won't be living peacefully either!" Scarlett barked.
The one thing Emma feared the least was death; threatening her with it had no effect.
"I'm not going!" Emma said firmly.
"How dare you! If it weren't for saving you, George wouldn't be in this mess! George is so unlucky to have married a shameless woman like you! Give George back to me!" Scarlett, losing all composure, grabbed Emma's collar, trying to drag her downstairs.
Emma's heart was full of resistance. "I don't want anything to do with the Russell Family anymore!"
"You can't do this!" Scarlett's voice was desperate. She knew George's condition was dire and someone had to take care of him. Helplessly, she turned to the bodyguards behind her and ordered, "Take her to the car!"
The bodyguards moved in, trying to forcefully take Emma away. Emma quickly pulled a knife from her pocket and pressed it against her neck, her eyes blazing with determination. "If you come any closer, I'll kill myself! If I die, no one will be able to wake George!"
"Are you crazy!" Scarlett screamed, her face going pale. She couldn't believe Emma would go this far. Everyone around was equally shocked, freezing in place and staring at her.
But Emma felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Everyone lost their loved ones and couldn't stay calm. Even a lady like Scarlett turned into a madwoman.
"I will never go!" Emma's voice was firm, her eyes filled with despair and stubbornness.
She knew this was her only shot at escaping the Russell Family's grip. She couldn't let herself fall into endless pain again. George wanted her dead; why should she save him?
Scarlett realized that force wouldn't work. She took a deep breath, her tone softening, "Emma, I know you're angry, but George really needs you now. You're his only hope."
Emma's heart wavered slightly, the knife's tip lightly grazing her skin, stinging a bit. Her eyes flickered with hesitation, but she still refused to give in, "I'm not going!"
"I'm begging you, Emma." Scarlett's voice was filled with helplessness and pleading, her eyes glistening with tears, "George calls your name every day; he needs you to wake him up."
Emma's heart wavered. She thought of George lying in bed, and her heart ached.
"I..." Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes glistening with tears, struggling internally.
"Think about Charles!" Scarlett continued, her tone sincere and pleading, "Charles can't handle any stress with his heart condition. We've been hiding this from him for days, but we can't keep it up much longer. If Charles finds out his only grandson George is in a vegetative state, he can't take it. Charles has been so good to you; can you bear to torture him?"
Emma's heart tightened, Charles's kindness weighing on her like a mountain.
"Alright, I'll come to the hospital to take care of George. But..." Emma seized the opportunity to make a demand, "Once George wakes up, I want a divorce!"