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

door. After a short while, he stopped knocking as he didn't want her to resent him any more than she

puppy, "I thought you would be of great help to me, but things just keep getting

sighed and thought of

Emily was getting more and more irritated with him.

do?'

it's too obvious. It could easily backfire. Should I try to impress Beryl?

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

lowered his head and caught a glimpse of the wound on his arm, his eyes suddenly lit up. Jack shouted, "Cloris, open the door! I'm bleeding. It hurts

screamed, "It's hurt so much. Could you help me, at least let

in the house answered his desperate

his lack of audience, Jack continued his dramatic performance. "Please! Open the door, or I will die in front of your house..." he shouted.

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

tumbled over in her slippers, carrying a chair with both hands.

It's dangerous!" exclaimed Emily. Her eyes

she looked through the door's peephole on her toes. Beryl cried

that the new word your

I have already learned how to

said Emily, with a proud look on her

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

stomach lurched and gurgled. Before long, waves

he threw up. However, the first thought on his mind was whether Emily would be

and his dignity was growing wider and

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

just a trick Jack was playing, so she ignored Beryl's

white. He looks like a ghost. Mommy, should be really

her blithe indifference, Emily asserted, "Beryl, you'd better

think you need to take a look. The uncle looks like

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