Chapter 325 Do We Really Leave Him Alone
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 ept 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 dy.
"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 saidst time. It was too abrupt and
offensive. I''m sorry for..."
Emily nced 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 mmed the door shut!
"Ah!" screamed Jack. Although, the pain wasn''t bad enough, he cried out loud just to escte the
situation. In doing so, he assumed he could somehow evoke Emily''spassion.
Such a pity, that didn''t work either!
"Zoe, get him out of here right now,"manded 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!"
Emily''s cold voice passed through the door, "I hope Mr. Jack will stop bothering me from now on. I''ll
move out of here in a few days."
"Miss Lu! Cloris!" screamed Jack, as he knocked at 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 door and
frowned at the puppy.
Jack furrowed his eye-brows and said to the puppy, "I thought you would be of great help to me, but
things just keep getting worse and worse."
Leaning at the door, in despair, he sighed and thought of his next n.
It was not good that Emily was getting more and more irritated with him.
''What should I do?'' Jack wondered.
''Should I continue to help her with her career? Nah, it''s 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, '' Jack despaired.
Why was it so hard to believe him? Jack had developed a skull-splitting headache trying toe up
with a solution.
When he 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 so much! Please!"
Jack''s tone waspletely 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 have a seat?"
s, nobody in the house answered his desperate cries.
Regardless of hisck of audience, Jack continued his dramatic performance. "Please! Open the door,
or I will die in front of your house..." he shouted.
Meanwhile in the living room, Emily was busy processing long beans,pletely unaware of Jack''s
whining, and the babysitter was cooking in the kitchen.
Beryl looked at her mother and then looked towards the door. She tumbled over in her slippers,
carrying a chair with both hands. She slowly ced the chair behind the door and climbed up to see.
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"Beryl, stop! It''s dangerous!" eximed Emily. Her eyes were filled with disapproval and concern.
"It''s okay, mommy!" Beryl gave her a smile tofort her mom. And then she looked through the
door''s peephole on her toes. Beryl cried out, "Oh, mommy! That uncle outside was wailing."
Amazed, Emily asked, "Is that the new word your teacher taught you today?"
"Yes! And I have already learned how to use it," answered Beryl.
"Beryl, that''s so good!" said Emily, with a proud look on her face.
When Jack vaguely heard Emily and her daughter talking, Jack silently swallowed his bitterness. Poor
guy! No one cared about his injured hand.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt ufortable. Suddenly, Jack''s stomach lurched and
gurgled. Before long, waves of nausea surged up, adding to his misery.
"Oh no..." Jack couldn''t keep it in and as soon 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 on her doorstep.
The distance between Jack and his dignity was growing wider and wider.
As Beryl watched the whole thing through the peephole, she gave her mother live updates on what was
going on. "Oh my God! Mommy, that uncle out there seems to be sick," she said.
Emily assumed that it was just a trick Jack was ying, so she ignored Beryl''s concern and continued
to process the long beans.
Beryl, however, couldn''t stop herself, "His face looks so white. He looks like a ghost. Mommy, should
be really leave him out there?"
In her blithe indifference, Emily asserted, "Beryl, you''d better get down from that chair before I get
angry."
"Mommy, I think you need to take a look. The uncle looks like he''s dead..." Beryl said.
"What are 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
up that chair again, okay? And..."
Emily''s voice gradually lowered, when she heard painful groansing from outside the door. The
noise outside was too real to be fake.
"Poor uncle! He seems to be dying right in front of our door..." Beryl said, as she frowned at her mother.
After waiting for about 30 seconds, Emily bit her lip and finally opened the door. The first thing that
caught her attention was Jack''s body on the floor. His face was sickly pale.
"Jack, what kind of trick are you ying? Get up!"manded Emily.
Jack didn''t answer. He didn''t even move.
Emily looked around and found vomit on the ground. The pungent stench invaded her nose and she
soon realized that Jack wasn''t pretending. She lurched forward and knelt down to feel his body
temperature. "Jack?" said Emily.
Jack fluttered his eyes and squinted at Emily. Dazed, he mumbled, "Emily, I knew you wouldn''t leave
me to die out here. I knew it..."
Even in thest few seconds, before he passed out, Jack still giggled.
Emily was at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, Beryl secretly brought he puppy into the house when Emily''s attention was focused on
Jack.
Actually, Emily saw what Beryl did just then, but she had no time to deal with that right now.
She reached for the phone in the pocked and called the doctor.
The doctor was a private doctor from Z country, whom Emily had specifically brought along for Beryl.
Although he was not as good as Sean, he was an elite among his peers.
The doctor soon arrived and helped Emily to take Jack into the room. Soon, he did a detailed analysis
of Jack''s condition.
"He is suffering from a slight food poisoning. He must have eaten something unclean before. And now
he has a fever with abdominal pain and vomiting symptoms. I''ll give him some medicines to help with
the pain and an intravenous drip just to be on the safe side. Keep in mind, his condition needs to be
monitored," he said to Emily.
"Okay! Thank you, doctor," answered Emily.
After Emily walked the doctor out, she returned to the guest room. There she saw Beryl pensively
staring at Jack, as hey in bed unconscious.
"Mommy, what is food poisoning?" asked Beryl.