Chapter 10: This Is George’s Turf

"Damn it!"

Sarah cursed at George's retreating figure, then looked at Charlotte with concern.

"Charlotte."

Charlotte smiled calmly.

"His choice has never changed, has it?"

"That's not true. George is just blind, mistaking a fake bitch like Jennifer for a treasure. He'll regret it later."

After her rebuttal, Sarah carefully observed Charlotte's expression again.

If she had known George and his group would be here, she would never have brought Charlotte.

Charlotte smiled and said, "It's fine."

George was like a thorn stuck in her heart, and she was slowly pulling it out.

Every time he rushed to Jennifer without hesitation, he was helping her cut off the last thread of hope.

George hurried into the hospital room. Jennifer was holding a fruit knife with the blade pointed at her delicate wrist, her eyes vacant, muttering to herself.

"Mom doesn't want me, George doesn't want me either. I might as well die. Once I'm dead, I'll be free."

George snatched the knife away, his voice tight with fear. "Do you know what you're doing!"

"George." Jennifer looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. "Life is so meaningless. I want to die. Will you let me die, please?"

She reached out, trying to grab the knife.

George pulled Jennifer into his arms, holding her tightly.

"I told you I would always take care of you. I'm always here. Jennifer, live well. We promised to see this world together."

He stroked Jennifer's hair, calming her emotions.

Soon Jennifer's emotions settled.

She looked up, staring intently at George. "You'll always stay by my side, right? I'm the most important one. You won't give me up for anyone else. I'm the one you love, right?"

George paused, Charlotte's cold eyes—no longer filled with love—flashing before him.

He pushed down the strange feeling in his heart and gently wiped the tears from Jennifer's face. "I've contacted Casey, a top psychologist. You will get better."

Jennifer hugged George tightly.

"George, you're all I have."

George said nothing, just held her tight.

Why did he feel so empty inside, wanting to grasp something but not knowing what?

After coaxing Jennifer to sleep, George left the room.

Hearing the sound, Jason immediately turned to look at him.

"Is Jennifer okay?"

George looked at him, his eyes cold.

Jason smiled and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a drag.

"I was the one who tied up Sarah. I couldn't bear to see Jennifer suffer. George, if Jennifer is the one you like, you shouldn't let her be wronged."

George said nothing, just silently walked past him toward the exit.

Seeing this, Jason immediately followed.

"What are you doing? Are you going to find Charlotte?"

George stopped and looked back at Jason coldly. "Why did you open the protective net and let the sharks in? If she had died today, what would you all be facing?"

Jason was slightly stunned, then scoffed dismissively. "Anyway, no one's protecting Charlotte anymore. As long as you don't interfere, she would have just been killed by a shark. It has nothing to do with us. George, Jennifer needs you. You don't want to watch Jennifer die, do you?"

George frowned, falling silent again.

After a long while, George spoke again. "Clean up all traces of your crime."

Jason smiled.

"That's exactly why I need your help. The whole island is yours. Helping clean up shouldn't be a problem, right?"

George stared at him for a long time, then strode away, returning to his own villa.

The island manager had been waiting for a while. Seeing him return, he immediately approached.

George's voice was commanding. "Delete the surveillance footage and make sure those people keep their mouths shut."

Hearing George's instructions, the manager was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses, tentatively reminding him, "What about Mrs. Summers?"

"She doesn't need to know," George said.

"Understood."

The manager bowed and left, but a chill ran through his heart.

For his mistress, he could even ignore his wife's life and death. George was truly ruthless.

Charlotte, who had already returned to her own villa, soon got the news.

The island's surveillance had malfunctioned and didn't capture footage of Sarah being kidnapped.

As for the sharks getting in, it was because the voltage was unstable in one area, and the fence was breached.

A few casual sentences decided that the shark appearance was an accident, and even Sarah's kidnapping never happened.

No evidence whatsoever.

Sarah was so angry she wanted to take a knife and kill George directly.

But Charlotte remained very calm, even in the mood to make coffee.

"Charlotte." Sarah sat down beside her, holding her arm and complaining pitifully. "George is too shameless. Is there really nothing we can do about him?"

Charlotte said self-mockingly, "What can we do? This is his territory. He can cover up anything."

Sarah felt even more sorry for Charlotte.

She couldn't help complaining, "You're George's wife, yet he disrespects you like this for a fake bitch. He deserves to die!"

"Alright." Charlotte patted her head. "Don't get angry over people who aren't worth it. We'll go back later and stay far away from them from now on."

"But what about the wrongs you've suffered?" Sarah muttered quietly.

Charlotte showed her the balance in her account.

"George has no value to me anymore. When I divorce him, I'll get quite a bit of property. With money, I can do whatever I want."

She couldn't fight George now, but that didn't mean she would always be this weak.

Just then, Jack came back too.

Jack shook his head in frustration. "Sorry, I asked the people who were at the diving area that day, and they all said they didn't see Sarah being kidnapped."

"Damn it! George is so despicable. For Jennifer, he's really willing to go all out." Sarah complained.

Charlotte smiled bitterly.

So this was how George loved someone. For Jennifer, he could be this shameless.

Her phone suddenly rang.

Charlotte glanced at it—someone was contacting her through her other social media account.

Looking at the somewhat familiar profile picture, Charlotte stared at it for a long time before opening her phone.

It really was George.

[Hello Casey, my wife suffers from severe depression. I hope to invite you to treat her—George]

Wife?

So in his heart, his wife was Jennifer.

Charlotte's finger hovered over the screen for a long time before she finally gritted her teeth and rejected the friend request.

She tossed her phone aside, staring blankly ahead.

Tears began to fall uncontrollably.

"Charlotte, what's wrong?"

Sarah had been cursing enthusiastically, but seeing her cry, she panicked.

She wiped Charlotte's tears with tissues while comforting her. "I won't curse George anymore. Don't cry. Seeing you cry breaks my heart."

Jack also tried to comfort her. "You don't need to be sad over someone who's not worth it. You're so wonderful—George will definitely regret this in the future."

Seeing the two of them trying so hard to comfort her, Charlotte was amused.

"These are tears of joy. Wasn't I looking for a chance to get back at Jennifer? Now the opportunity has come."