A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

The receptionist looked at Sam and said, "Mr. Sam, let me tell you what really happened here." She then proceeded to tell the whole story without leaving any detail behind, which was admiringly on point.

As the receptionist finished, Sam's face immediately darkened. He pondered for a moment as he looked down before raising his head to look at the receptionist and asked, "You mentioned that little girl looked like Mr. Jacob? Does she look around five or six years old and pretty enough like a Barbie Doll?"

The receptionist's eyes widened in surprise. She hastily nodded her head and replied, "Yes, that's right, but Mr. Sam, pardon me for asking, how do you know this information exactly?"

With his eyebrows furrowed into a frown, Sam kept his stare on the receptionist and ignored her question. Instead, he went on with his questions. "Do you know where they have gone? Did any of them leave any contact details?"

The receptionist shook her head helplessly and responded, "No. I'm sorry, Sir."

Sam sighed. His eyes looked bothered and complicated. If he was not mistaken, the little girl could be Jacob's daughter, Beryl. However, Jacob refused to accept and admit it.

Why? Why on earth was that?

Then again, since Jacob just came back from D Country himself, his temperament and attitude had changed so much that Sam could hardly recognize him. Moreover, his behavior turned more and more malicious and ruthless that there was nothing in his heart but fire and rage.

Furthermore, he never even once mentioned Emily's name again. Since that was the case, no one around him was allowed to mention Emily's name. It had became a taboo as if once mentioned, a bomb was going to explode right there.

Every single day, everyone in the company thought very carefully before they act or speak and shivered in fear after having met the true iron hand of Jacob.

Sam flinched as he felt a pang of ache at his right temple. His hand immediately reached for it and pressed down on it as a massage and pain relief. For sure, something had happened to Jacob, because he did not even recognize Beryl. Sam suspected that Jacob might had gotten into an accident that hit his head, or that he was poisoned enough to forget his own daughter.

What ever happened to Jacob, he must quickly know about. Sam thanked the receptionist and left in haste.

Meanwhile, as soon as Yilia got home, she rushed towards Beryl and roughly ripped off Beryl's skirt. Beryl's eyes widened in shock and fear.

"You don't have the right to wear this pretty dress! It doesn't and will never suit you. Such a waste of my own money!" Yilia raised her hands above and exclaimed in a fit of anger.

She spent so much money today and never achieved or gain anything back. Not only did she not see the face of Jacob, but she was also kicked out by the security guards, which made her feel so humiliated that as soon as she had set foot at the comforts of her own house did her rage explode.

Crossing her arms on her chest, she heaved a really heavy breath and glared at Beryl. "Jacob's daughter? Huh. Unbelievable. If you are indeed his daughter, then why doesn't he admit that? It's considered a fallacy if Jacob himself confirms otherwise. Even if indeed you are, maybe the reason why Jacob refused to recognize you is because the woman who gave birth to you is shameless and worthy of humiliation! Because, why then? How could Jacob have such an attitude to you if not for being a shameless reminder?"

don't have the right to talk about my mother that way, you shameless woman!" She bit her lower lip and challenged Yilia

didn't your mother just come to find your father herself? Why did she just let you, a little,

the ground, her hands clenching into angry fists. "No! It's not anywhere near what you said at all! How dare you keep talking

spoiled brat said, the more furious she became. She screamed and threw Beryl's dress angrily on the floor and pulled Beryl by her small left wrist. She raised a hand and started beating Beryl behind while saying, "You will not only get scolding from me, but you also deserve to be beat, you brat. You

of Yilia's palm hitting her over and over again. Yilia slapped Beryl's fair and delicate skin so hard

her, but she was just not strong enough. She was in great pain, and the only thing she could do now was toughen up inside, so she shouted, "You don't

Yilia didn't seem to notice the little girl's reaction and seemed to be enjoying herself at beating the little girl. It was like she got addicted to it that she beat Beryl harder and harder each time, which was followed by a string of curses. "Such hateful

tried to help a child finding his parents and ended up being abducted. Today, this child lied to her, which resulted to shame and humiliation for her part. Children

wanted to do was teach

and even Sean never dared to lay a hand on her. The people around her

hurt Beryl. She only kidnapped the little girl and mentally tortured her.

first times for Beryl had never been treated like an

and swollen scars. Beryl kept crying

liar! You deserve this! Now, stop

lie! When did I lie? Ow! It

door, which made Yilia stop, her eyes widened

going on inside? We can hear cries of help from

neighbors, and Beryl's cries must had drew them over. Beryl felt hope as her tears fell on the floor like beads of a broken string. She opened her mouth and tried to shout for help, but Yilia was fast enough to cover Beryl's mouth, muffling Beryl's

be disciplined. My kid, you all hear

be understood. A sigh seemed to have come from them after a few moments. "Kids are delicate and

say? I said, mind your

it was just a family matter that they couldn't meddle with. They tried their best to

gasped and was afraid that her only hope would leave. She bit Yilia's hand sharply, making Yilia

out, a very heavy slap fell on

cheek started to feel warm and swollen. Her ears rang, making her momentarily deaf. She tasted something metallic at the side of her lips. Her small and delicate lips popped and started to bleed.

was pain. She was suffering from a new feeling of excruciating pain.

'Why was I being treated this