Chapter 95 Divorce Agreement
"Hey George, should we invite Emma too? I mean, she's done some pretty awful stuff, but she's still family, right? Do you even know where she is? Last I saw, she was out having dinner with Ethan. Seriously, Emma's got a great husband like you but she still doesn't appreciate it, going out with Ethan."
George wanted to argue but couldn't find the words.
"George, don't get the wrong idea." Anna quickly covered her mouth, realizing she might've said too much. "I didn't mean Emma was cheating on you. I just feel bad for you..."
Every word felt like a dagger to George's heart. His anger towards Emma flared up again, as if she only brought him endless trouble and pain.
"Got it," he finally snapped, silently vowing to put an end to all this.
"Today's our engagement day, don't get mad," Anna said, more like she was stirring the pot than calming him down.
"I'll handle it," George replied. "See you later."
Anna knew George would deal with Emma, and that was enough for her.
George hung up and turned around, seeing Emma still standing by the door.
"Emma!" he suddenly shouted. "Don't you think you're forgetting something?"
Emma was stunned. What else could she possibly have to do since she was about to die?
"Sign it!"
A piece of paper brushed past Emma's face and fell to the ground. She felt a burning pain on her cheek, touched it, and smelled a hint of blood. Her face was hurt again.
Emma had given up resisting George. Whatever he said, she'd do it.
She just wanted to get George off her back quickly; she had her own things to deal with, only wanting to know one thing now.
"Sign what?"
"Are you blind?" George picked up the divorce papers from the ground and shoved them in her face.
Emma was actually blind, so she asked again, "Sign what? Where do I sign? You don't have to mock me. I told you, my eyes are blind."
George never believed Emma. He thought she was just playing him to avoid the divorce.
"Still pretending? Fine, I'll play along!" George shoved a pen into Emma's hand and placed a blank piece of paper on the table in front of her.
He guided her hand to the paper.
"Alright, sign it."
Emma skillfully wrote her name, then put down the pen and turned towards George.
"Mr. Russell, can I leave now?"
George frowned deeply. Why did he feel like Emma was really blind?
George picked up a fruit knife from the table and suddenly thrust it towards Emma's eyes, stopping just inches away.
He stared at her eyes the whole time. If she flinched, even blinked, he'd know she was faking it.
But Emma didn't. She stared blankly ahead, unaware.
She was really blind. But why did Emma go blind out of nowhere?
George felt like he'd been hit by a truck, losing all his strength instantly. His face turned pale, and his eyes flashed with anger, helplessness, and heartache, as if his whole world was collapsing.
He couldn't believe that the once lively, vibrant Emma had lost her sight.
George's mind flashed with images of Emma's smiling face. Her bright eyes twinkling like stars were once the most beautiful sight to him. Now, all of it was torn apart by cruel reality.
'Why did this happen?' he kept asking himself.
He realized she had never lied to him. Every struggle she made tore at his heart. He couldn't imagine how she lived alone in endless darkness, enduring such helplessness and despair.
'She's my wife. I should protect her.' George felt a strong sense of guilt. He wanted to comfort her but didn't know how to face her. The feeling of helplessness almost suffocated him.
"Emma, I'll stay with you. No matter what happens, I won't leave," George promised softly.
But Emma was on high alert. "Please, George, let me go! Let me live out my remaining time peacefully, okay?" Emma almost begged.
She had signed the divorce papers and was about to gain her freedom. Why did George go back on his word?
"Emma, whether you live or die, you're mine! Even if you die, you should die by my side!" George threw down these words and left. He was going to find the best doctors to treat Emma. He wanted Emma's eyes to see him again!
"Willie!" George shouted into the phone, clearly in a bad mood.
George's secretary, Willie Reed, had never seen George so furious. He stammered, "Mr. Russell, don't worry, your engagement party..."
"Contact the best eye doctors in the world right now! I want to see them within an hour!"
"Yes, Mr. Russell!"
The phone was slammed down.
Willie didn't dare waste a second and ran to the secretary's office. It seemed the entire Russell Group would have to mobilize to handle the task.
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