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!"

the door, "I hope Mr. Jack will stop bothering me

the door. After a short while, he stopped knocking as he didn't want her to resent him any more than she already did. Jack stood in front of the

would be of great help

door, in despair, he sighed

was not good that Emily was getting more and more irritated with him.

should I do?' Jack

I try to

to believe him? Jack had developed a skull-splitting headache trying to come up

of the wound on his arm, his eyes suddenly

completely exaggerated. He groaned painfully as he patted the door, and screamed, "It's

in the house

Open the door, or I will die in front of

the living room, Emily was busy processing long beans, completely unaware of Jack's whining, and the babysitter

the door. 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.

eyes were filled with

looked through the

the new word your

And I have already learned how to use it," answered Beryl.

Emily, with

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

more he felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, Jack's stomach lurched and gurgled. Before long, waves of nausea surged

it in and as soon as he heaved, he threw up. However, the first thought on his mind was whether Emily would be

between Jack and his dignity was growing wider and

what was going on. "Oh my God! Mommy, that uncle out there

just a trick Jack was playing, so she ignored Beryl's concern and continued to process the long

so white. He looks like a ghost.

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

take a look. The

not interested in Jack's tricks, so she lifted Beryl in her arms and gently put her on