A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Jack, guilt-ridden, answered, "No! I just wanted to give Beryl a surprise. I didn't mean to..."

Grim-faced, Emily said, "My Beryl doesn't need your surprise. And she will not accept a puppy you snatched from who knows where. So spare me the drama."

"Well, then, I will take it back," answered Jack. However, Jack was afraid that the dog would bite him again if he took it back.

"That's entirely up to you," she answered. Emily turned around and let Beryl in the house without further delay.

"Wait! Wait! Miss Lu!" implored Jack, as he quickly wedged his hand between the closing door and its frame. He sincerely begged, "I just want to apologize for what I said last time. It was too abrupt and offensive. I'm sorry for..."

Emily glanced at his wounded arm, and without a care in the world, she said, "Go away!"

"No!" Jack persisted. Disregarding Emily's displeasure towards his determination, he threatened, "If you do not forgive me, I will not move from here."

With a deadpan expression on her face, Emily slowly pulled the door inwards, pressing his hand tightly. "Go!" she demanded.

"No!" Jack refused again. It was as if all shame and dignity had abandoned him. "Even if my hand breaks, I won't move from here," he said, confidently.

Jack thought that Emily would give in to him by now, but he forgot that she was no longer the woman she used to be. She wasn't going to entertain his bluffs and deceptions anymore.

Without a warning, Emily slammed the door shut!

"Ah!" screamed Jack. Although, the pain wasn't bad enough, he cried out loud just to escalate the situation. In doing so, he assumed he could somehow evoke Emily's compassion.

Such a pity, that didn't work either!

"Zoe, get him out of here right now," commanded Emily.

As soon as Emily's orders registered in her head, the babysitter pushed Jack away without hesitation. "Sir, you'd better leave now," Zoe suggested.

Then she whispered, "Otherwise, Miss Lu will resent you more." Jack froze for a second and drew his hand back. Emily closed the door on him without hesitation. "Bang!"

through the door, "I hope Mr. Jack will stop bothering me from now on. I'll move out

want her to resent him

you would be of great help to me, but things just keep getting worse

sighed and thought of his

was getting more and more irritated with

do?' Jack wondered.

too obvious. It could easily backfire. Should I try to

Jack had developed a

the wound on his arm, his eyes

painfully as he patted the door, and screamed, "It's hurt so much. Could you

in the house answered his desperate cries.

dramatic performance. "Please! Open the door, or I

living room, Emily was busy processing long beans, completely unaware

She tumbled over in her slippers, carrying a chair with both hands. She slowly placed the chair behind the door and climbed up to see.

exclaimed Emily. Her eyes were

smile to comfort her mom. And then she looked through the door's peephole on her toes. Beryl cried out, "Oh, mommy! That uncle

that the new word your teacher taught

how to

good!" said Emily, with a proud look on her

talking, Jack silently swallowed his bitterness. Poor guy! No one cared about

he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, Jack's stomach lurched and gurgled. Before long, waves of nausea surged up, adding

as he heaved, he threw up. However, the first thought on his mind was whether Emily would be more angry if she found out that he had puked

his dignity

gave her mother live updates on what was going on. "Oh my God! Mommy, that uncle out there seems to be sick," she said.

it was just a trick Jack was playing, so she ignored Beryl's concern and continued

He looks like a ghost. Mommy, should

Emily asserted, "Beryl, you'd better get down from that chair before I get

need to take a look. The uncle looks like he's

Jack's tricks, so she lifted Beryl in her arms and gently put her on the ground. "Don't climb up that chair