Chapter 353: I Don't Need Your Being Kind
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Jacob didn't have the heart to refuse Beryl's face glowing with such eagerness. How could he turn down such an adorable face? He almost agreed to take her away, but in the end, good sense prevailed, and he stopped himself from giving in.
"No, I can't," said Jacob, as he shook his head with disappointment.
Beryl's lower lip protruded in a sulky pout. As she stood there, hands crossed, feeling discontented.
Knowing that she was not in good health, Jacob couldn't take the chance of taking her out and risking her life. "Would you like me to take you out to eat next time?" he asked.
"No, I want to eat right now," she demanded. Beryl had a feeling Jacob would satisfy her wishes just as long as she pressured him.
Jacob had to coax her, "Honey, don't be like that."
Beryl rolled her eyes at him and looked the other way. Suddenly, she frowned with a melodramatic flourish and said, "My stomach hurts, my head hurts. It hurts everywhere. I'll feel better if I can eat another strawberry cake..."
Jacob was at a loss. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her actions. "Don't be naughty," he said.
"It really hurts..." Beryl's little face reddened, and she looked up at Jacob piteously.
Although Jacob knew that she was just pretending, he couldn't help worrying about her. He walked over and picked her up in his arms. "What's wrong? How bad does it hurt?" asked Jacob.
Soon after, the voice of an anxious woman graced them from behind. "Beryl!"
Jacob turned around curiously and saw Emily rushing over towards them. She quickly walked up to Jacob and took Beryl from his arms. Her face was riddled with worry.
"Honey, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" coddled Emily.
"Mommy..." Beryl, however, was not expecting to see her mother anytime soon, so she didn't know what to say. But there was a clear sign of guilt on her face.
Emily, who had been worrying about Beryl, disregarded everything else and said, "I will take you to hospital."
"Miss Lu." Jacob reached out to take the child from Emily's arms, but she pushed his hand away quicker than he could realize. Feeling daunted, she screamed at him, "Don't touch her! She was just at home, safe and sound, where she should be. Why did you bring her out?"
Jacob apologized, "I had no bad intentions, and she was just fine a while ago."
"Yes, you don't have bad intentions, but you do not care about her." Emily did not know what was going on with Beryl, nor did she h
en we had some strawberry cakes and some water."
Emily listened attentively and then followed up after what Jacob had said with Beryl's medical history.
Jacob stood there motionlessly, as he listened to Emily. In fact, he had already known about Beryl's condition, but hearing someone say it in person felt hard to take in. A tightening of his throat and a short intake of breath forecast the explosion of emotion. He had managed to keep buried deep inside.
Finally, he realized, but still could not imagine, just how much pain Emily must have suffered in order to bring Beryl into this world. And poor little Beryl, who was born with such a crippling affliction, has had to live an unhappy life ever since she could remember...
If Jacob had forced Emily to have the child aborted, she would have hated him all her life.
The doctor examined Beryl carefully, and finally diagnosed, "The child is in good condition, and we could not find any symptoms of disease. It may have been psychological effect that made her feel pain all over, but there is no reason to worry about that."
Emily was still unconvinced, her heart beating anxiously. "Is she really all right? But she looked like she was in pain just now."
"You were overcome with nervousness, which may have made the child nervous as well. But, if there is anything seems unusual within the next 24 hours, come back and get her checked up again."
"Thank you, doctor." Emily breathed a sigh of relief, and used her hand to mop her brow, which was now dripping with sweat. She sat down Beryl on her lap and faced Jacob, with a guilty expression on her face. "... I'm sorry."
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Jacob didn't have the heart to refuse Beryl's face glowing with such eagerness. How could he turn down such an adorable face? He almost agreed to take her away, but in the end, good sense prevailed, and he stopped himself from giving in.
"No, I can't," said Jacob, as he shook his head with disappointment.
Beryl's lower lip protruded in a sulky pout. As she stood there, hands crossed, feeling discontented.
Knowing that she was not in good health, Jacob couldn't take the chance of taking her out and risking her life. "Would you like me to take you out to eat next time?" he asked.
"No, I want to eat right now," she demanded. Beryl had a feeling Jacob would satisfy her wishes just as long as she pressured him.
Jacob had to coax her, "Honey, don't be like that."
Beryl rolled her eyes at him and looked the other way. Suddenly, she frowned with a melodramatic flourish and said, "My stomach hurts, my head hurts. It hurts everywhere. I'll feel better if I can eat another strawberry cake..."
Jacob was at a loss. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her actions. "Don't be naughty," he said.
"It really hurts..." Beryl's little face reddened, and she looked up at Jacob piteously.
Although Jacob knew that she was just pretending, he couldn't help worrying about her. He walked over and picked her up in his arms. "What's wrong? How bad does it hurt?" asked Jacob.
Soon after, the voice of an anxious woman graced them from behind. "Beryl!"
Jacob turned around curiously and saw Emily rushing over towards them. She quickly walked up to Jacob and took Beryl from his arms. Her face was riddled with worry.
"Honey, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" coddled Emily.
"Mommy..." Beryl, however, was not expecting to see her mother anytime soon, so she didn't know what to say. But there was a clear sign of guilt on her face.
Emily, who had been worrying about Beryl, disregarded everything else and said, "I will take you to hospital."
"Miss Lu." Jacob reached out to take the child from Emily's arms, but she pushed his hand away quicker than he could realize. Feeling daunted, she screamed at him, "Don't touch her! She was just at home, safe and sound, where she should be. Why did you bring her out?"
Jacob apologized, "I had no bad intentions, and she was just fine a while ago."
"Yes, you don't have bad intentions, but you do not care about her." Emily did not know what was going on with Beryl, nor did she h
en we had some strawberry cakes and some water."
Emily listened attentively and then followed up after what Jacob had said with Beryl's medical history.
Jacob stood there motionlessly, as he listened to Emily. In fact, he had already known about Beryl's condition, but hearing someone say it in person felt hard to take in. A tightening of his throat and a short intake of breath forecast the explosion of emotion. He had managed to keep buried deep inside.
Finally, he realized, but still could not imagine, just how much pain Emily must have suffered in order to bring Beryl into this world. And poor little Beryl, who was born with such a crippling affliction, has had to live an unhappy life ever since she could remember...
If Jacob had forced Emily to have the child aborted, she would have hated him all her life.
The doctor examined Beryl carefully, and finally diagnosed, "The child is in good condition, and we could not find any symptoms of disease. It may have been psychological effect that made her feel pain all over, but there is no reason to worry about that."
Emily was still unconvinced, her heart beating anxiously. "Is she really all right? But she looked like she was in pain just now."
"You were overcome with nervousness, which may have made the child nervous as well. But, if there is anything seems unusual within the next 24 hours, come back and get her checked up again."
"Thank you, doctor." Emily breathed a sigh of relief, and used her hand to mop her brow, which was now dripping with sweat. She sat down Beryl on her lap and faced Jacob, with a guilty expression on her face. "... I'm sorry."
Jacob didn't have the heart to refuse Beryl's face glowing with such eagerness. How could he turn down such an adorable face? He almost agreed to take her away, but in the end, good sense prevailed, and he stopped himself from giving in. "No, I can't," said Jacob, as he shook his head with disappointment. Beryl's lower lip protruded in a sulky pout. As she stood there, hands crossed, feeling discontented. Knowing that she was not in good health, Jacob couldn't take the chance of taking her out and risking her life. "Would you like me to take you out to eat next time?" he asked. "No, I want to eat right now," she demanded. Beryl had a feeling Jacob would satisfy her wishes just as long as she pressured him. Jacob had to coax her, "Honey, don't be like that."Beryl rolled her eyes at him and looked the other way. Suddenly, she frowned with a melodramatic flourish and said, "My stomach hurts, my head hurts. It hurts everywhere. I'll feel better if I can eat another strawberry cake..."Jacob was at a loss. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her actions. "Don't be naughty," he said. "It really hurts..." Beryl's little face reddened, and she looked up at Jacob piteously. Although Jacob knew that she was just pretending, he couldn't help worrying about her. He walked over and picked her up in his arms. "What's wrong? How bad does it hurt?" asked Jacob. Soon after, the voice of an anxious woman graced them from behind. "Beryl!"Jacob turned around curiously and saw Emily rushing over towards them. She quickly walked up to Jacob and took Beryl from his arms. Her face was riddled with worry. "Honey, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" coddled Emily. "Mommy..." Beryl, however, was not expecting to see her mother anytime soon, so she didn't know what to say. But there was a clear sign of guilt on her face. Emily, who had been worrying about Beryl, disregarded everything else and said, "I will take you to hospital.""Miss Lu." Jacob reached out to take the child from Emily's arms, but she pushed his hand away quicker than he could realize. Feeling daunted, she screamed at him, "Don't touch her! She was just at home, safe and sound, where she should be. Why did you bring her out?"Jacob apologized, "I had no bad intentions, and she was just fine a while ago.""Yes, you don't have bad intentions, but you do not care about her." Emily did not know what was going on with Beryl, nor did she hen we had some strawberry cakes and some water."Emily listened attentively and then followed up after what Jacob had said with Beryl's medical history. Jacob stood there motionlessly, as he listened to Emily. In fact, he had already known about Beryl's condition, but hearing someone say it in person felt hard to take in. A tightening of his throat and a short intake of breath forecast the explosion of emotion. He had managed to keep buried deep inside. Finally, he realized, but still could not imagine, just how much pain Emily must have suffered in order to bring Beryl into this world. And poor little Beryl, who was born with such a crippling affliction, has had to live an unhappy life ever since she could remember... If Jacob had forced Emily to have the child aborted, she would have hated him all her life. The doctor examined Beryl carefully, and finally diagnosed, "The child is in good condition, and we could not find any symptoms of disease. It may have been psychological effect that made her feel pain all over, but there is no reason to worry about that."Emily was still unconvinced, her heart beating anxiously. "Is she really all right? But she looked like she was in pain just now.""You were overcome with nervousness, which may have made the child nervous as well. But, if there is anything seems unusual within the next 24 hours, come back and get her checked up again.""Thank you, doctor." Emily breathed a sigh of relief, and used her hand to mop her brow, which was now dripping with sweat. She sat down Beryl on her lap and faced Jacob, with a guilty expression on her face. "... I'm sorry."
