Chapter 88 Disappearance
In the hospital room, George lay quietly on the bed, sunlight streaming through the curtains and warming his face. But inside, he was a mess of anxiety and unease.
Two days had gone by. Had Emma admitted she was wrong?
George felt this burning need to see Emma right now. He wanted to ask her face-to-face if she got where she messed up.
If Emma was willing to make peace with Anna and apologize, what then?
George didn't dare to think further. Would he remarry Emma? He had no clue. But he knew what he had to do now.
"I have to find her." He struggled to sit up. Even though his body still felt weak, he couldn't stand this anxious state any longer. Nurse Kenna walked in and quickly tried to stop him.
"Mr. Russell, you're not fully recovered yet; you need to rest," Kenna said, concerned.
"I have something to do."
"If it's something small, I can handle it," Kenna offered. As George's personal nurse, running a few errands for him was no big deal.
"Then please, go check on Emma for me."
"Okay, I'll go right now."
The whole hospital was an open book to the medical staff. While gossiping with her colleagues, Kenna learned about George and Emma's divorce, but they only discussed it in private, as no one dared to mention it openly. Although they all outwardly expressed admiration for Anna, they secretly despised her. Naturally, they also looked down on George, who had driven his ex-wife to the point of vomiting blood.
After getting the task, Kenna went to the nurse's station to check Emma's room.
But when she typed Emma's name into the search box, she found no such person in their department! Kenna then checked the main database and found out Emma had already left the hospital.
Two days ago, Emma had been transferred to another hospital! As for where she went, Kenna didn't know. It was said Emma was taken away by an ambulance at that time.
Kenna returned to George's room, feeling a bit guilty, and explained everything.
Hearing this, George felt a wave of nervousness, like something had just collapsed inside him.
"Do you know which ambulance took her away?" he asked urgently, feeling even more uneasy.
"We don't know that," Kenna's answer made him even more anxious.
"Thank you." George already had a suspect in mind. It must have been Ethan who took Emma away! Emma was just a woman who couldn't live without a man!
This time, no one at the nurse's station could stop George. He drove to Emma's place. Along the way, he kept imagining her and Ethan together.
At a red light, George slammed the steering wheel, the loud honk startling the car in front.
When he finally ran through the red lights and got to Emma's house, the scene he imagined wasn't there. Instead, he found the door tightly closed, the house silent. Even the table had a thin layer of dust, showing Emma hadn't been home for many days.
"Where could she have gone?" George felt a tightness in his chest, a wave of unease rising.
George sat on Emma's couch as night gradually enveloped the city. The surrounding noise slowly faded. The faint streetlights outside cast his tense profile.
He looked at the closed door, constantly recalling Emma's smile, the most beautiful image in his heart, now overshadowed by the harsh reality. The night breeze gently brought a slight chill, but he was concerned for her.
"Where could she be?" George wondered.
His hand unconsciously clenched, his nails digging into his palm, trying to dispel the unease in his heart this way. The night grew deeper, the streets around him unusually quiet. Only a few cars passing by broke the silence but making him feel even more alone.
He tried calling Emma's phone, but no one answered. Emma had lost her phone. He didn't know if she had gotten a new number.
Besides this number, he had no other way to contact Emma. So he could only hold on to this last hope.
Each time he dialed, a wave of unease surged in his heart. Time passed by the minute, the stars in the night sky gradually faded. A faint light began to appear on the horizon, heralding the arrival of a new day.
George was ready to leave. However, his steps couldn't move forward. He sat back down at the door, his eyes filled with determination and helplessness.
The sky gradually brightened, the morning light filtering through the trees and casting a glow on the ground. George remained heavy in the heart, feeling incredibly exhausted.
"Emma, I will find you," he said through gritted teeth.
At that moment, the door lock made a slight sound, and George's heart skipped a beat. He held his breath, staring intently at the door.
Then, a man's cursing voice came from outside. "Damn! Open the door!"
George opened the door to find a middle-aged man, Lowell Warren, drunk and fumbling with his phone at the lock.
Seeing George, Lowell was the first to question. "Who are you! What are you doing in my house! Damn, I knew that you are a slut, daring to find a gigolo behind my back! Watch me beat you to death!" Lowell cursed as he charged into the house.
But George grabbed him by the collar. "Who are you talking about?"
"Who else! That bitch scammed my money and now she's run off! Did that bitch scam you too?" Lowell spewed a string of profanities.
George couldn't make out what he was cursing.
He was about to explode, saying to himself inwardly, 'Emma, you really are a slut! Messing around with Ethan and Michael was bad enough, but bringing this kind of trash home, you really is shameless!'
George just wanted to go home and take a shower, washing off all traces of Emma from his body!
George threw Lowell to the ground and strode away. Lowell, already drunk and muddled, was thrown onto the small bed in the room.
The soft bed was especially sleep-inducing, and Lowell let out a belch before falling into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, looking at the unfamiliar bed and room, he fell into deep thought.
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