A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Emily had a nightmare last night.

In her dreams, Jacob had caught her. He clutched her wrist tightly, like he wouldn't let her go, no matter what. The foreboding dream followed into the next scene as it took Emily into a cold, operating room. The bright lights on the ceiling was blinding her vision.

"Listen to my words. Don't keep this baby..." Jacob's gentle voice hovered around Emily, as eerie as a magic spell.

"No!" Emily screamed frantically, and finally woke up from her abysmal nightmare. Her cheeks were wet and her body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around her limbs, probably because she was thrashing in her sleep. But at least she was awake now.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Sean asked her tenderly. Sean's comforting voice put Emily's heart to ease gradually.

"Nothing. I am fine," Emily replied, However, a soft handkerchief beat Emily and reached out to wipe her forehead gently before she could do it herself. "Thank you, but it's really nothing. I am fine," she said. But she was touched by Sean's effort.

Sean passed the handkerchief to her and said, "We'll be at the airport soon. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I am good," Emily replied. Emily wiped her face clean and took a deep breath. Finally, she was ready to take the next step.

Whatever her dreams and nightmares had shown her, none of it mattered anymore. For in this lifetime, it was time for her relationship with Jacob... to come to an end.

Meanwhile, Jacob was still turning the world upside down searching for Emily.

He had invested a large amount of manpower and resources to dig out Sean's background, but time was running out and he didn't have anything viable at the moment.

As far as Jacob knew, Sean was a skilled doctor on the surface, but deep down he was more than that. He kept himself under the radar most of the times and the information surrounding him and his activities were shrouded in mystery.

However, Jacob's instinct told him that Sean was anything but a simple man.

But now, it was too late for him to go digging into Sean's background. First and foremost, he had to keep his eye on the prize: Emily.

Sam was as efficient as ever. But this time when came to report, he hesitated. "Mr. Jacob, we have found the flight number of Emily..." he said, almost under the breath.

he sensed a sharp pang in his stomach, but he had to know the

morning, but according to the latest news, the

moment upon hearing the news, and every part of him goes on pause while his thoughts caught up. "What about Emily.." he asked,

thought of what he was about to say, but he forced himself to stay calm before

as wide as they could stretch. He shook his head in disbelief, desperately scrambling to make sense of it all.

Sam. He stared into Jacob's deep eyes burning with anger, and his

Jacob's eyes reddened with

eyes sent shiver down Sam's spine. "Yes... Yes, Mr. Jacob," he muttered, and then ran out of

At Victor's office.

and he accidentally ended up drawing a black line where he was supposed

he looked up at his

to confirm the news. "It's true. Nobody on the plane

down blankly at the black line he had drawn on the document. "I

of a sudden, but he complied and soon walked out of

at the thought of Emily. 'What a pity!'

her unique talent in designing jewelry, she should not have wasted her time at Jacob's side, nor should she have passed away so quickly.

a shame, ' Victor said

He smiled back at the girl smiling happily in the picture. "You see, now he'll know what I feel like," he continued, as he ridiculed Jacob

be the only one to experience the loss of

ear, but there was no happiness behind his smile. 'Jacob, he deserves to

M country just yet. He hired a rescue team and sent them to

the body of Emily with his own eyes, Jacob wasn't going to believe the news. He was already suspecting whether

his delusions were shattered by

this area faces the sea, the police believe that Miss Emily's body was washed out to sea...

they do find her, there's a good chance that her body won't

rescue team could finish his report, Jacob's fist slammed into his face like a freight train, out of nowhere. "Shut your mouth! How do you know

rescue Miss Emily!" the rescuer assured Jacob. The rescuer, however, did not get agitated by Jacob's ranting, maybe because he had dealt with the grieving families of the victims before and he understood how they felt. He slowly handed over a file to Jacob. "This is the only thing we found in Miss Emily's... luggage," said the rescuer, as he almost spoke the last