A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

The next day, Jacob did not show up at the company. Instead, he stayed back at the mansion and called the doctor who was supposed to see Emily yesterday.

Emily was just sitting quietly on the sofa, whilst eating biscuits and waiting for the doctor.

"How can you only eat so little?" Jacob's brows furrowed, as he got worried at how Emily only ate a few biscuits before putting them down.

"I am full," replied Emily, as she took a sip of the milk while Jacob leaned over towards her. She turned away shyly, since she still wasn't used to being intimate with Jacob. The perfume Jacob was wearing made her suspicious, so she finally turned back and asked,"What's that scent on you?

It smells so good."

As a matter of fact, she had noticed the scent a while ago, but she just held her tongue until now.

Jacob stood up and smelled his sleeves carefully. He detected a strange scent that was never on him before. Unconcerned by the unfamiliar scent, he still decided to change his clothes, because it was making Emily uncomfortable.

Emily, however, turned around again and pretended to be glum as she said,"I can still smell it on you. What perfume are you using?"

"How can you have such an acute sense of smell? Do you have a dog's nose?" Jacob teased and smiled with his low voice as he gently clasped her nose between his fingers. "I never use perfume. I guess it must be the smell of the laundry detergent. If you don't like it, I can change it right away," he said.

'It could also be the scent of other women...' Emily did not dare to speak it out loud though. She only submissively nodded her head, and said,"Then you'd better leave me alone. I am not comfortable with that scent on you."

"You..." Jacob pinched her nose again, assuming he knew why she was acting like that. Although he believed she was just making up an excuse, he still sat a little further away from her. "Spoiled girl," he mocked.

Emily pretended not to have heard his words. Instead, she ignored him and sat even further away.

Jacob was confused at what was going on.

Just as he was about to say something, Emily suddenly turned towards him, her face as pale as the moon and eyes wide open.

"Jacob, I... I am bleeding..."

was wrong. She ran her hands

who was standing aside, peeked at the scene. She acted as if she was frightened by what she saw, as she covered her eyes and screamed,"Blood! She is bleeding! Could it be the

felt like someone was squeezing his heart out. When he saw the blood in Emily's hand, nervousness and panic

wasting another second, he swiftly picked Emily

him and reminded him anxiously,"Mr. Jacob, the doctor is

commanded his people to get

calm and collected man; a man who

abandoned his composed etiquette and disposition

could tell from this, just how important Emily was to

you looking at? Get back to your places!" Zola flared up for being ignored by Jacob. She dished it out the servants who were on the scene and darted looks of

long been accustomed to her bad temper. Looking at each other, they scattered in all directions within seconds. After all, Zola was the daughter

at ease, both happy

How could someone like her bear the

through the city

Emily tightly, with a blank look on his

weak. Lips trembling, she asked,"Jacob, do you think anything will happen to

and our child will be just fine. We are close to the hospital now." Jacob felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He paused for a short moment and anxiously asked,"... where

"My belly..."

held Emily tighter in his arms. He shouted at the driver,"Faster! Why the

a sudden the car drove even faster, as it whizzed through like an arrow. Within minutes,

for the car to stop, as he carried Emily out of the car and ran into the emergency room with her. "Doctor!" he cried

Jacob, made the doctors and nurses nervous as well. They thought Emily was dying. "Hurry up! Put the patient on the

her down on the bed, he still held on to her hand, but he was eventually asked to

here. Do you mind leaving the room, please?"

was one of the hardest things he had to do. He felt the emptiness not only in his hand, but also in his soul. He slowly clenched his fists, and somehow managed to