George's eyes met Emily's, and for a moment, he remembered the instructions his father had given him.
Victor's voice echoed in his mind. His father, although cold and distant, had once visited and told George that the only way to get out of this mess was to beg.
He had to soften Emily's heart, even if it meant swallowing his pride.
If he could make her see him as weak and regretful, maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to freedom.
His lips curved into a sorrowful smile, and he looked at Emily as though he had been waiting for this moment for years.
"I thought you would never come," George said softly, his voice filled with fake sadness. He made sure every word sounded genuine, full of regret and pain.
Emily's eyes did not waver. She nodded slowly and said in a calm voice,
"You are correct. I wouldn't have come if it weren't for your shamelessness."
George blinked, taken aback.
He wanted to respond angrily, but he knew he could not lose control now.
