Chapter 92 Imprisonment
Emma just stared blankly, not saying a word.
She took George's angry threats and insults like a puppet, not reacting at all.
No words, no responses, not even a blink.
"What are you thinking?" George's voice echoed in the empty room, full of rage.
He grabbed Emma's cheek, which used to be soft but now felt gaunt. Feeling a tightness in his chest, he unconsciously loosened his grip.
Emma didn't seem to notice George's emotional turmoil. She sat on the hospital bed like a rag doll, hands folded on her lap, head slightly bowed, eyes vacant, as if George were holding someone else.
George forced her to lift her head, but her gaze was still empty.
"You're useless!" he roared, trying to break through her indifference. Emma just trembled slightly before going back to her silence.
George let go angrily and stormed out of the room.
"Emma, just you wait!"
That afternoon, George had someone take Emma away.
He dragged her back to The Russell Villa and locked her in the darkest room, taking away her freedom.
The only sound in the room was the ticking clock in the corner, mocking her helplessness. Emma sat by the bed, holding a pendant, her vacant eyes staring out the window. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, but it couldn't warm her heart.
"See how long you can stay indifferent here!" George shouted before leaving.
Meals were delivered daily, but Emma never touched them. Two days later, George couldn't take it anymore and stormed into the bedroom.
"Emma!" George's deep voice shattered the room's silence. His gaze pierced into her eyes. Emma slightly lifted her head, a flicker of defiance quickly drowned by endless despair.
"Why aren't you eating?" George was both angry and anxious. He waved his hand, and the food tray clattered onto the bedside table with a loud bang.
Emma still didn't respond, but her empty gaze cut into George's heart like a blade.
"How dare you try to force me with suicide?" George's fury surged as he leaned in, forcing Emma to look at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He scooped some food and brought it close to her lips.
"Open your mouth!" he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Emma remained motionless. George saw the resolve to die in her eyes.
With his face growing darker and his patience completely gone, he raised the spoon high, forcefully bringing it to Emma's lips.
"Open your mouth!" he growled, like he was commanding a disobedient pet. Emma kept her lips tightly shut, engaging in a silent standoff.
"If you don't eat, I'll force you to eat!" George threatened, the spoon trembling slightly in his hand. But his threats meant nothing to Emma.
He shoved the spoon forward, almost prying her mouth open. But Emma's lips stayed tightly sealed, no matter how hard he tried.
"What do you want me to do?" George's voice was a mix of helplessness and anger. The spoon fell to the ground with a sharp clink, striking a chord in his heart.
Looking at Emma, who seemed more like a lifeless doll, George felt a pang of pain. His hand trembled slightly as he realized violence wasn't the answer. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner rage, but he couldn't shake off his concern and guilt for Emma.
"You're only hurting yourself like this." He finally softened his tone, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness and anxiety.
For a moment, Emma's eyes showed a rare flicker of emotion, and George seized it. He realized there was still a chance for Emma to come back to her old self! But what should he do?
George's eyes roamed over Emma, desperately searching for any sign of change.
It seemed he had never been this peaceful with Emma before. They were as quiet as an ordinary couple, warm and harmonious. His gaze was unconsciously drawn to Emma's eyes. He remembered the first time he saw her in college, how she jumped away like a startled deer when they accidentally bumped into each other.
At that moment, George remembered Emma's eyes, clear, pure, and familiar.
After being drugged and framed into sleeping with Emma, he would have killed the person who set him up. But when he saw Emma lying in his bed with her innocent eyes looking at him, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He followed Charles's advice and married Emma.
He thought marrying Emma and taking care of Anna wouldn't conflict, but they hated each other. Emma revealed a vicious side, repeatedly hurting Anna.
Yet George forgave Emma time and again, believing the harm inflicted on her was deserved retribution for her misdeeds.
He had tried to be good to Emma, but why was she still ungrateful? Not only that, she flirted with other men, especially Ethan.
At this moment, Emma's fingers subconsciously caressed the pendant around her neck.
George had never seen Emma wear this pendant before. Was it a new piece of jewelry given by Ethan?
Any guilt George felt instantly vanished.
"Fine, Emma! You won't let go of Ethan's things even in death!" George's eyes blazed with uncontrollable fury, as if ready to tear the world apart.
He grabbed the delicate pendant around Emma's neck, yanking it off without mercy. He then threw it to the ground with a sharp clatter.
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