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..."

just then, she sensed that something was wrong. She ran her hands down her skirt and felt something viscous. When she pulled up and found that her hands were

at the scene. She acted as if she was frightened by what she saw, as she covered her eyes and screamed,"Blood! She

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

wasting another second, he swiftly picked Emily up and

anxiously,"Mr. Jacob, the doctor is already on

to her. He screamed out and commanded his people to get the car ready,"Start up

in the mansion were used to seeing their master as a calm and collected man; a man who wouldn't

composed etiquette and

could tell from this, just how important

at? Get back to your places!" Zola flared up for being ignored by Jacob. She dished

scattered in all directions within seconds. After all, Zola was the daughter of the nanny who looked after Jacob. With that kind of relation, she was certainly more superior than the rest of the

she was finally at ease, both happy and satisfied at the thought of Emily's pale face.

could someone like her bear the baby of my master in the first

sped through the city

Jacob held onto Emily tightly, with a blank look on

looked frail and weak. Lips trembling, she asked,"Jacob, do you think

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

"My belly..."

mouth, Jacob felt more nervous and held Emily tighter in his arms. He shouted at

sudden the car drove even faster, as it whizzed through like

out of the car and

the doctors and nurses nervous as well. They thought Emily was dying.

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

for you to stay here. Do you mind leaving the room, please?" After successfully persuading him, 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 keep his bleeding heart from pouring out. He