Chapter 242: Haven't You Had Enough
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After moving out of Tyrone Mansion, Emily moved in to her old apartment, where she had been staying for the past couple of days.
During that time, Jacob did not make contact with her.
Emily felt sad, but at the same time there was this inexplicable feeling of relief in her heart that she couldn't understand. At least, for the time being, she didn't need to stress about the fact that she needed to explain herself to Jacob for what she had done.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Tap-tap-tap"
Emily, who was dozing off on the sofa, finally came to herself as soon as she heard the knocking on the door. Fast food and takeouts were what she was living on these days so she assumed it was the delivery guy. She opened the door without much thought.
However, to her disappointment, the man standing outside the door, was the last person on earth she wanted to see.
"Hi, Emily," Jack greeted her with a smile on his face, and he looked as handsome as ever.
Emily's face turned cold in an instant.
Without further delay, she decided to slam the door on his face, when Jack quickly put his arm against the door and stopped her from shutting him out. He quickly explained, "Emily, I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to see you!"
"You are a petty, malicious man! You have some nerves showing up here after what you've done to me!" she said. Emily couldn't close the door, but she could only glare at the man in front of her with crimson eyes, overflowing with anger. "Get out of here! I don't want to see your face again!" she added.
Jack's heart ached for her, yet he still stubbornly refused to let her close the door on him, as he gazed at her deeply.
Emily looked like she had lost a lot of weight since the last time he had seen her. Her long, black hair scattered over her shoulders, and her face had an unhealthy pale appearance with two black rimmed, sleepless eyes. Once she had been vivid with life, but now she was but a ghost of her faded glory. Feeding off despair and anguish.
Although, Jack's heart cried to see Emily like this, he did not regret his actions.
"Emily, let me in. We need to have a little chat," Jack said, sternly, with one hand slowly pushing the door open and the other carrying a bag of food. "I brought you lunch. It's still hot," he said.
"You didn't have to do that! I don't want anything from you!" she said. Frustrated, Jack's persistence drove Emily off the wall, and she yelled, "Can you stop showing up here uninvited? I beg of you!"
"Emily, please, I beg of you too. Can you stop treating me like that?" Jack pleaded, his voice was filled with sadness, and he continued, "I know that I am to blame for that night..."
Emily's knuckles went white from clenching her fist too hard, and her hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid. Her face was red with suppressed rage, and when she heard Jack's words, she snapped. She snatched the bag of food from his hands and hurled it out. "Get out of my sight! I don't want to see your face! You make me sick..." she screamed her lungs out.
B
I will do it," Debby agreed, as she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, and quickly walked over to the door to act as a lookout.
Andrew walked over the Emily's bed, and he watched her face carefully for a few seconds, then he whispered, "Emily, Emily, are you awake?"
However, there was no response from Emily. Andrew was convinced that she was still asleep, so he proceeded with the plan. With one hand he reached out and grabbed the perfusion tube, and with the other he slowly inserted the sharp needle into the tube...
"What are you doing?" A deafening crescendo came from the door, catching Andrew by surprise. Frightened out of his wits, his entire body jerked and he accidentally dropped the syringe to the floor.
Jack, who had just come back from outside, pushed the door open, shoved Debby aside and rushed to Emily as quickly as he could. Immediately, in less than a second, he pulled out the needle of the perfusion tube from the back of her hand and threw it away.
When Andrew squatted down to pick up the syringe from the floor, a pair of expensive, shiny leather shoes appeared in front of his eyes. Before he could look up, Jack stamped on his hand, stopping him from hiding the evidence.
"What's in the syringe? What did you do to Emily?" Jack asked in a cold voice, his face burning with anger. He quickly pressed the call button near the bed-post, and in less than a minute, a doctor came in. Following Jack's orders, he placed a pad of cotton-wool where the needle had pricked Emily's hand.
"Nothing..." Andrew muttered, trembling like a dry leaf. He hemmed and hawed, trying to hide the syringe, but it was too late. Guilt was written all over his face.
Jack pressed on Andrew's hand even harder and said, "Tell me! What's in the syringe?"
Andrew had a deathlike pallor on his face, but he refused to say one more word.
At this point, Debby finally responded and rushed over to help Andrew. With a tone of reproach in her voice, she said, "Jack, how can you treat Andrew like that? He is Emily's father!"
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After moving out of Tyrone Mansion, Emily moved in to her old apartment, where she had been staying for the past couple of days.
During that time, Jacob did not make contact with her.
Emily felt sad, but at the same time there was this inexplicable feeling of relief in her heart that she couldn't understand. At least, for the time being, she didn't need to stress about the fact that she needed to explain herself to Jacob for what she had done.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Tap-tap-tap"
Emily, who was dozing off on the sofa, finally came to herself as soon as she heard the knocking on the door. Fast food and takeouts were what she was living on these days so she assumed it was the delivery guy. She opened the door without much thought.
However, to her disappointment, the man standing outside the door, was the last person on earth she wanted to see.
"Hi, Emily," Jack greeted her with a smile on his face, and he looked as handsome as ever.
Emily's face turned cold in an instant.
Without further delay, she decided to slam the door on his face, when Jack quickly put his arm against the door and stopped her from shutting him out. He quickly explained, "Emily, I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to see you!"
"You are a petty, malicious man! You have some nerves showing up here after what you've done to me!" she said. Emily couldn't close the door, but she could only glare at the man in front of her with crimson eyes, overflowing with anger. "Get out of here! I don't want to see your face again!" she added.
Jack's heart ached for her, yet he still stubbornly refused to let her close the door on him, as he gazed at her deeply.
Emily looked like she had lost a lot of weight since the last time he had seen her. Her long, black hair scattered over her shoulders, and her face had an unhealthy pale appearance with two black rimmed, sleepless eyes. Once she had been vivid with life, but now she was but a ghost of her faded glory. Feeding off despair and anguish.
Although, Jack's heart cried to see Emily like this, he did not regret his actions.
"Emily, let me in. We need to have a little chat," Jack said, sternly, with one hand slowly pushing the door open and the other carrying a bag of food. "I brought you lunch. It's still hot," he said.
"You didn't have to do that! I don't want anything from you!" she said. Frustrated, Jack's persistence drove Emily off the wall, and she yelled, "Can you stop showing up here uninvited? I beg of you!"
"Emily, please, I beg of you too. Can you stop treating me like that?" Jack pleaded, his voice was filled with sadness, and he continued, "I know that I am to blame for that night..."
Emily's knuckles went white from clenching her fist too hard, and her hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid. Her face was red with suppressed rage, and when she heard Jack's words, she snapped. She snatched the bag of food from his hands and hurled it out. "Get out of my sight! I don't want to see your face! You make me sick..." she screamed her lungs out.
B
I will do it," Debby agreed, as she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, and quickly walked over to the door to act as a lookout.
Andrew walked over the Emily's bed, and he watched her face carefully for a few seconds, then he whispered, "Emily, Emily, are you awake?"
However, there was no response from Emily. Andrew was convinced that she was still asleep, so he proceeded with the plan. With one hand he reached out and grabbed the perfusion tube, and with the other he slowly inserted the sharp needle into the tube...
"What are you doing?" A deafening crescendo came from the door, catching Andrew by surprise. Frightened out of his wits, his entire body jerked and he accidentally dropped the syringe to the floor.
Jack, who had just come back from outside, pushed the door open, shoved Debby aside and rushed to Emily as quickly as he could. Immediately, in less than a second, he pulled out the needle of the perfusion tube from the back of her hand and threw it away.
When Andrew squatted down to pick up the syringe from the floor, a pair of expensive, shiny leather shoes appeared in front of his eyes. Before he could look up, Jack stamped on his hand, stopping him from hiding the evidence.
"What's in the syringe? What did you do to Emily?" Jack asked in a cold voice, his face burning with anger. He quickly pressed the call button near the bed-post, and in less than a minute, a doctor came in. Following Jack's orders, he placed a pad of cotton-wool where the needle had pricked Emily's hand.
"Nothing..." Andrew muttered, trembling like a dry leaf. He hemmed and hawed, trying to hide the syringe, but it was too late. Guilt was written all over his face.
Jack pressed on Andrew's hand even harder and said, "Tell me! What's in the syringe?"
Andrew had a deathlike pallor on his face, but he refused to say one more word.
At this point, Debby finally responded and rushed over to help Andrew. With a tone of reproach in her voice, she said, "Jack, how can you treat Andrew like that? He is Emily's father!"
After moving out of Tyrone Mansion, Emily moved in to her old apartment, where she had been staying for the past couple of days. During that time, Jacob did not make contact with her. Emily felt sad, but at the same time there was this inexplicable feeling of relief in her heart that she couldn't understand. At least, for the time being, she didn't need to stress about the fact that she needed to explain herself to Jacob for what she had done. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Tap-tap-tap"Emily, who was dozing off on the sofa, finally came to herself as soon as she heard the knocking on the door. Fast food and takeouts were what she was living on these days so she assumed it was the delivery guy. She opened the door without much thought. However, to her disappointment, the man standing outside the door, was the last person on earth she wanted to see. "Hi, Emily," Jack greeted her with a smile on his face, and he looked as handsome as ever. Emily's face turned cold in an instant. Without further delay, she decided to slam the door on his face, when Jack quickly put his arm against the door and stopped her from shutting him out. He quickly explained, "Emily, I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to see you!""You are a petty, malicious man! You have some nerves showing up here after what you've done to me!" she said. Emily couldn't close the door, but she could only glare at the man in front of her with crimson eyes, overflowing with anger. "Get out of here! I don't want to see your face again!" she added. Jack's heart ached for her, yet he still stubbornly refused to let her close the door on him, as he gazed at her deeply. Emily looked like she had lost a lot of weight since the last time he had seen her. Her long, black hair scattered over her shoulders, and her face had an unhealthy pale appearance with two black rimmed, sleepless eyes. Once she had been vivid with life, but now she was but a ghost of her faded glory. Feeding off despair and anguish. Although, Jack's heart cried to see Emily like this, he did not regret his actions. "Emily, let me in. We need to have a little chat," Jack said, sternly, with one hand slowly pushing the door open and the other carrying a bag of food. "I brought you lunch. It's still hot," he said. "You didn't have to do that! I don't want anything from you!" she said. Frustrated, Jack's persistence drove Emily off the wall, and she yelled, "Can you stop showing up here uninvited? I beg of you!""Emily, please, I beg of you too. Can you stop treating me like that?" Jack pleaded, his voice was filled with sadness, and he continued, "I know that I am to blame for that night..."Emily's knuckles went white from clenching her fist too hard, and her hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid. Her face was red with suppressed rage, and when she heard Jack's words, she snapped. She snatched the bag of food from his hands and hurled it out. "Get out of my sight! I don't want to see your face! You make me sick..." she screamed her lungs out. BI will do it," Debby agreed, as she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, and quickly walked over to the door to act as a lookout. Andrew walked over the Emily's bed, and he watched her face carefully for a few seconds, then he whispered, "Emily, Emily, are you awake?"However, there was no response from Emily. Andrew was convinced that she was still asleep, so he proceeded with the plan. With one hand he reached out and grabbed the perfusion tube, and with the other he slowly inserted the sharp needle into the tube... "What are you doing?" A deafening crescendo came from the door, catching Andrew by surprise. Frightened out of his wits, his entire body jerked and he accidentally dropped the syringe to the floor. Jack, who had just come back from outside, pushed the door open, shoved Debby aside and rushed to Emily as quickly as he could. Immediately, in less than a second, he pulled out the needle of the perfusion tube from the back of her hand and threw it away. When Andrew squatted down to pick up the syringe from the floor, a pair of expensive, shiny leather shoes appeared in front of his eyes. Before he could look up, Jack stamped on his hand, stopping him from hiding the evidence. "What's in the syringe? What did you do to Emily?" Jack asked in a cold voice, his face burning with anger. He quickly pressed the call button near the bed-post, and in less than a minute, a doctor came in. Following Jack's orders, he placed a pad of cotton-wool where the needle had pricked Emily's hand. "Nothing..." Andrew muttered, trembling like a dry leaf. He hemmed and hawed, trying to hide the syringe, but it was too late. Guilt was written all over his face. Jack pressed on Andrew's hand even harder and said, "Tell me! What's in the syringe?"Andrew had a deathlike pallor on his face, but he refused to say one more word. At this point, Debby finally responded and rushed over to help Andrew. With a tone of reproach in her voice, she said, "Jack, how can you treat Andrew like that? He is Emily's father!"
