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(Do not pretend to care about me)

Emily did not notice the change in Sean's expression as she said, "Sean, I sincerely hope that you can leave those bad memories behind you and look forward to the future. Dwelling in the past will not do you any good."

Sean's face crimsoned with fury and he clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms. "What do you know? You know nothing! Absolutely nothing!"

"Brother, I..." Emily stammered.

"Now that you've cast aside your identity as Cloris, you don't have the right to call me brother anymore!"

Emily couldn't speak, just then, for the griping ache that was in her throat. The absurdity of Sean's paranoia gave her reasons to feel deeply worried about him.

The next day, Sean wasted no time in sending Jacob in the lab. About 24 hours later, Sean finally came out of the lab.

Meanwhile, Emily anxiously waited outside the lab for them. She couldn't help feeling anxious when she saw Sean come out of the lab alone. "Sean, how is Jacob? Why did he not come out with you?"

Sean looked completely drained and his lips twitched as if he had something bitter in his mouth. "Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. Everything with you is about Jacob. You don't even care about me," he teased her.

"I'm so sorry. I was just worried..." Emily hurried to explain and she added, "So how do you feel now? Are you tired?"

"You don't have to pretend to care about me. I'm fine, thanks," Sean dismissed her. Sean put his hand over his mouth and coughed several times before he continued, "The therapy went well but this is just the beginning. We still have a long way to go with his treatment. In the meantime, I need you to promise me that you won't visit him until I say so. Can you do that?"

"But why?" Emily felt puzzled. This uncertainty only gave Emily more reasons to be worried about Jacob as she could hardly keep her nerves calm as it was.

"I know you are worried about him." Sean held her hand as if to give her courage and assurance. "But please have faith in me and the process."

"I believe that you won't let me down." Although, those were the words that had come out of Emily's mouth, she couldn't shake the bad feeling that lingered in her mind.

Sean smiled and said, "Of course." Emily forced a smile out of her face and said, "You must be hungry. Let's go get something to eatl!"

"Will you cook for me?" Sean's eyes glowed with anticipation.

Emily shook her head, dismissing his hopes and said, "No, I've asked the cook to prepare us some lunch."

Emily had too much on her mind to bother about cooking, since Jacob was still under treatment.

Sean stared at Emily affectionately and asked, "Could you please cook for me once more? Just one last meal as my sister Cloris, okay? I will take it as a farewell gift to remember all the good times we've had."

Emily gazed deep into his eyes, and felt disturbed by the eagerness he hid inside. Despite her reluctance, Emily nodded and said, "Okay."

At the end of the day, Sean was just another poor man driven by his feelings for a girl who couldn't love him back.

For his sake, Emily had hoped that he would be strong enough to pull through, since it would sadden her to see him unhappy in the end. After all, she couldn't deny the fact that he had come through for her when she desperately needed help.

Since, Sean had not slept for 24 hours, the exhaustion was evident on his face.

As a result, Emily asked him to get some rest while she cooked him a meal. All the while, she couldn't stop thinking about Jacob.

'I wonder how Jacob's doing in the lab? I hope he's not in pain?

Is Jacob awake now?

Is Jacob hungry now?' Emily's mind was riddled with questions.

Muddled by her thoughts, Emily accidentally cut herself several times while cutting the vegetables, spilling blood all over the food. Finally the cook came in and took care of the cutting duties while all she had to do was cook.

Embarrassed at herself, Emily decided to take a minute to calm her nerves before focusing her attention on cooking.

The dishes were spread out nicely on the table when Sean stepped downstairs at the right time. He was happy to see the food but the cuts on Emily's fingers saddened him.

"Did you hurt your fingers while cooking?" asked Sean.

Emily hid her hand behind her back and said, "I haven't cooked for a long time so I cut myself by mistake while cooking."

Sean knitted his eyebrows tight and said, "Well, I think you cut yourself while cooking because you were thinking about someone. Am I right? You don't trust me, do you?"

"Of course I do!" Emily added, "I do believe you. I just can not control my mind. I'm really worried about him."

Dissatisfaction darkened Sean's face and he said, "What do you think I would do after you told me if he died, you would not live alone, either? I said I would help you."

"Sean, I..." Emily stuttered as she really did not know what to say.

"I'm full."

Sean cast a brief glimpse at the dishes and said nothing more before he went upstairs. He didn't even taste one dish. Nonplussed, Emily looked at all the dishes, feeling helpless. 'Did I hurt his feelings just now?'

Fortunately, Beryl came running at that moment and said, "Mommy, I heard that you've cooked many dishes today. I want some! I want some!"

"Fine, fine, come and have the food while it's still hot." Beryl's presence took away Emily's sorrows.

However, Beryl noticed her mother's distress and she asked, "Mommy, what's wrong with you? I can see that you are not happy."

Emily did not expect that Beryl would be so sensitive and she explained, "Nothing is wrong. It's your Uncle Sean. He did not like the dishes I cooked so I was wondering what dishes he would like."

"What? I guess there must be something wrong with uncle's tongue! These dishes are delicious!"

Beryl comforted Emily, "Don't worry, Mommy. I will make Uncle Sean apologize to you later!"

"I'm okay. Please, do not bother your uncle. He hasn't slept for 24 hours. He needs to have a rest," said Emily.

"Well...okay!" said Beryl.

Beryl's sweet, angelic smile gave Emily much needed contentment. She decided she would apologize to Sean later.

After some time, instead of waiting for Emily to go upstairs, Sean came down again. He smiled widely at Beryl as if nothing had happened.

"I heard someone speaking ill of me just now. I wonder who could that be?" Sean teased, sticking his tongue out at Beryl.

Beryl winked at Sean playfully and denied, "Oh, really? Who spoke ill of my dear uncle? Who would dare to do such a thing! I haven't heard anything about it!"

Sean looked at Beryl's innocent face and poked her little nose. "I guess it must have been a naughty girl."

"Sean," Emily called him in a low voice. Sean turned around to face Emily and said, "I was not thinking straight. I'm sorry. I was just very tired and I shouldn't have said those words." The darkness that once inhabited his eyes was no longer visible.

"It's okay." Emily answered without a conscious thought but then she realized that it was her who should have apologized. "No! I mean... I'm sorry. I am the one who should say sorry," she added.

"Could you please stop apologizing to each other? The food is getting cold, okay?" Beryl had run out of patience and she waved her finger at them like a grown-up.

Fortunately, Beryl's precocious behavior was the comic relief to an absurdly dramatic situation, as both Emily and Sean broke into laughter.

Ever since Jacob came back, Beryl had been back to being the jolly little girl she was before.

For some time, it seemed as though everything was going to get better. 'Jacob will regain his memory. I am sure of it, ' Emily thought in her mind.

"Beryl is right. Let's not keep the food waiting!" said Sean. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Beryl. In truth, he would have eaten the food even if Beryl hadn't said anything.

After all, Emily had cooked the dishes for him. Sean cherished it even more because of that.

The only reason he went upstairs was to cool his temper, and as soon as he was fine, he came back downstairs.

"Yay! Let's eat!" Beryl exploded with excitement. However, the next moment, Beryl's brows frowned and lowered her head as if something was bothering her. She looked around and asked, "Mommy, uncle, where is Daddy?"

Sean gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his frustrations at bay.

'Why? Why? Why does everyone care about Jacob so much? Tell me why!' Sean screamed in his mind.



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