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!"

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

door. After a short while, he stopped knocking as he didn't want her to

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

the door, in despair, he sighed and

getting more and more irritated with him.

do?' Jack wondered.

too obvious. It could easily backfire. Should I try to impress Beryl? I'm afraid that the little girl hates me as much as her mother does, '

it so hard to believe him? Jack had developed a

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

completely exaggerated. He groaned painfully as he patted the door, and screamed, "It's hurt so much. Could you help me, at least let me in to

the house answered his

of his lack of audience, Jack continued his dramatic performance. "Please! Open the door,

processing long beans, completely unaware of Jack's whining, and the babysitter was cooking in the kitchen.

and then looked towards 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

stop! It's dangerous!" exclaimed Emily. Her eyes were filled with

gave her a smile to comfort her mom. And then she looked through the door's peephole on her toes. Beryl cried

that the new word your

how to use it," answered Beryl.

said Emily, with a proud

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

lurched and gurgled. Before long, waves of nausea surged up,

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

distance between Jack and his dignity was growing

she gave her mother live updates on what was going on. "Oh

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

He looks

indifference, Emily asserted, "Beryl, you'd better get down

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

you talking about?" asked Emily, as she walked over towards the door. Emily was not interested in Jack's tricks, so she lifted Beryl in her arms and gently put her on the ground. "Don't climb