A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Emily crumpled the newspaper into a ball due to confusion and frustration. Her heart was beating fast. She felt her breath quickening. She decided to sit down on a bench for a while to regain her composure.

The feeling of having people disgusted at her made her feel so down and ashamed.

Despite the strange looks being thrown at her, she mustered all her strength to go to Jacob's office. When she finally reached the door, suddenly all that courage faded away.

She only put her hand on the doorknob, feeling anxious.

How could she face Jacob now?

She stood in front of the office door until her legs went numb. Then she raised her head as the door was opened from the inside.

"Emily? What brings you here?" Jacob asked. He became concerned when he saw how pale she looked. He knew something was wrong.

"Jacob..." Emily spoke hoarsely, trying to stop her tears. But she couldn't help it. She let out a loud sob and tears rained down on her face. "I-I'm sorry..."

Jacob felt his heart clutch as he saw her tears. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Emily, you silly girl. You don't need to apologize," he said, pulling her inside his office.

"I-I'm so sorry. I already found out about it. N-Now all of Jingshi City knows I-I am pregnant and y-you're not the father... I-I'm so sorry. I dragged you into this," Emily sobbed guiltily, looking like a broken doll.

"Shh...It's not your fault," Jacob comforted her, caressing her back. "It's all the reporter's fault. They chose the wrong man to mess with. Don't think of it anymore. I'll take care of it, alright?"

Emily buried her face in his chest, and apologized again, "I'm sorry, Jacob. I'm really sorry..."

She knew that Jacob felt even worse.

"Shh... Trust me. I will find a way." Jacob kept comforting her, holding her tighter. His mind was racing with so many questions.

He couldn't help but wonder. Who were the journalists that decide to have this rumor released to the public? Reports wouldn't be able to write a detailed article about it unless they got a tip from a reliable source or probably paid a hefty sum of money to do so.

Who could be the root cause of this?

Jacob smirked as he thought of a plan. Maybe there was a way he could fix this, and probably trap the journalist who wrote the article. "Don't worry. I know what to do," he said confidently.

Emily looked at Jacob questioningly as he took out his cellphone, "Sam, tell the press that we're going to hold a press conference tomorrow. 2PM."

Sam replied and wasted no time contacting media

the office building. The press conference piqued their interest and they were determined to get details and clarification regarding the rumors involving Emily.

much noise as the journalists murmured and whispered

"Are you aware about Ms. Bai's pregnancy before it was released

know why Ms. Bai

Gu, what's the next step in your relationship

hoping

getting annoyed of the flashing lights and the noise. He banged his hand on the platform. "Shut up!

had their jaw dropped. Meanwhile photographers had to put down their large cameras.

you. Write it down! Start rolling your films! I will only say this once! If I hear any single word from any of you, I will

remained silent but they were all ears.

Bai and we are also planning to get married. I can confirm to you that child she is carrying is mine. If there is still anyone spreading such rumors after

the podium with

only look in awe and tremble in fear. He was a man with no-nonsense attitude and wouldn't take shit

would lose their jobs, be driven out of the

uneasy riding onto the matter as if it was some trend. They felt that it would be too dangerous for them to involve

brave enough to ask him more. One of them raised his hand and stood up to ask, "It was rumored that Ms. Bai had

replied, a vein was almost popping from his temple, "That's purely

over Ms. Bai! Are they true, Sir?"

May I ask who spread those rumors?" The corners of Jacob's lips curled up a bit and his tone dropped, as

his heart drop. He felt his skin shiver.

it's not you, who could it be, I wonder?" Then he looked around the audiences. He raised a hand to point at random people casually. "Is it

"No, Mr. Gu!"

"Maybe you?"

Mr. Gu! It's

red hat, maybe

"Sir, it wasn't me!"

of people involved and if Jacob ever found out they were one of those

the journalist who had asked him the questions,

his heart was pounding with fear. He shook his head as he

further. It felt like one foot was already the grave. He felt a sense of relief,