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Season 3

Episode 42

(Haven't you had enough)

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.  

Before she could finish, she burst into tears, sobbing profusely. She covered her face, and said with great sorrow, "You don't understand what I have lost because of you. 

You've ruined my life... Do you want to continue hurting me? Haven't you had enough? So, what else are you going to do? "  

"Emily..." Jack muttered. Jack's grief surged with every expelled breath, always reaching higher peaks and never sufficiently soothed. Before he could say anything else to comfort her, Emily broke down and fell to the ground.    

Shocked, he quickly reached out his hands to catch her into his loving embrace.    

"Emily, are you okay? Emily..." Jack said, with an anxious look on his face.    

When he held Emily tightly in his arms, Jack noticed that her body temperature was above normal. He moved her bangs aside and touched her forehead. Just as he had expected, she was burning hot with fever!  

Without wasting another second, Jack turned around to run downstairs with Emily in his arms. 

After gently laying her on the back seat, he slammed the car into gear, tyres screeching against the asphalt, as his foot jammed against the accelerator. The engine blew a gust of smoke and then the car was gone.    

On the way to the hospital, Emily's cell phone rang. Jack hesitated for a while, but finally he picked it up and answered the call. It was Debby.    

As soon as Debby found out that that Emily was with Jack, her voice became soft. "Emily is already a grown-up, but she doesn't always know how to take care of herself. 

I'm glad your uncle is not with her now, please take good care of her... 

By the way, can you tell me which hospital you are taking her to? I'll be right over with my husband,"  she said, pretending to be a kind mother.  

Although Jack didn't like Andrew and Debby and he was well aware that they weren't Emily's biological parents, he didn't voice his disapproval towards them.    

After all, as far as he was concerned, they were the ones who had raised Emily. Moreover, since Jack was not clear about what had happened between Emily and her foster parents, he decided not to intervene in their matters. After brief consideration, he told Debby the hospital's name.  

Soon, Jack arrived at the hospital with Emily. In the ward, the doctor examined Emily thoroughly, then he turned to Jack and blamed him. 

"Why did you take so long to bring her to the hospital? Another hour's delay and she could have taken a turn for the worse. She could have gotten pneumonia!" he said.    

Jack lowered his head and looked down at the ground, listening to the doctor quietly. Guilt-ridden and ashamed, he whispered, "I'm sorry I have been negligent."    

After Jack took responsibility for his mistakes, the doctor noticed the remorse on his face and decided to let him go. "I will ask a nurse to give her an intravenous drip. Keep an eye on her condition at all times. 

And she should go on a light diet for the next few days. Above all, keep her in a good mood,"  he said.  

"Noted. I will make sure she's taken care of,"  Jack replied.    

After the doctor left, Jack sat in front of the bed, staring at Emily's sleeping face in silence, with deep affection in his eyes.    

'This is the only time Emily isn't shouting or screaming at me.    

If Emily ever falls in love with me, I will thank God… But for now, regaining her love is as difficult as touching the sun, ' thought Jack, helplessly.  

The bitterness rose like bile into his mouth, as he wallowed in despair's cold embrace. He sat quietly in his chair, until the nurse came to him with the medical bills. Before he left Emily in the ward, he bent over and kissed her face. After the nurse gave Emily an intravenous drip, she left Emily alone in the ward to rest.    
Meanwhile, Andrew and Debby just arrived at the hospital.    

When they entered Emily's ward, they found that there was no one else in the room besides Emily and them. As they watched their adopted daughter, lying in bed, unconscious, they suddenly came to the realization that they might never get another chance like that to take action.  

Andrew and Debby looked at each other at the same time and smiled. They both had the same malicious glow in their eyes.    

In a flash, Andrew produced a syringe from inside the pocket of his coat. The contents of which were a mixture of drugs that Mark had given him the other day, and normal saline. He looked at the tip carefully and gestured Debby to the door. "Debby, stand near the door and keep an eye outside. Let me know if someone is coming,"  he said.  

Nervous, cold sweat glistened on Debby's furrowed eye-brows. "I'm so afraid. There are many people walking by. They'll probably realize that we're doing something bad. 

We'd better give up..." she said.    

"Don't be afraid. I'll do it quickly. It won't take me more than a minute,"  he said. Andrew glared at her and urged, "Go on then! Hurry up!"    

"But..." Debby said, as she still tried to persuade him to give up because she didn't want to commit such a crime.    

"Shut up! Just think about our Tina and think about the money Mark will pay us. All we have to do is inject Emily with this liquid…" Andrew said.  

"Okay, 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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