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(How could you say that)

Beryl wanted to visit Jack at the hospital, but Jacob brought her back to the villa instead.

"From now on, you are Miss. Beryl of the Gu family. This is your home now," he said.

He lowered his fierce gaze and regarded her aloofly. She was a frightened animal cowering at his feet, and in that moment he could not help but feel pity and soften his heart.

He was surprised at what a natural beauty she was once she had cleaned up.

'Of course, how could my daughter be born ugly!' he thought proudly.

She hadn't uttered even a single word on the way back to the villa. Even now she continued her silent protest against Jacob. Her thoughts turned to her mother in D Country and poor Anna who had been captured and taken back there against her will.

Oh! My God! How could I forget them!' she thought unhappily, blaming herself for not being more mindful of their situation.

She had returned to Z Country with the intent of pleading with Jacob to return and save Emily. Many things had happened though, and the plan had been derailed somewhat. Today was so challenging, and it was heavy with chaos!

'I'm fine. I'm fine, even if Daddy does not like me, as long as he can save Mommy!' She thought with determination beyond her years.

"Daddy..." she spoke in a low voice.

His sharp hearing instantly reacted to the sound. He was startled by the sudden rush of joy which filled him for no apparent reason, "What's wrong?" he asked.

'So that's how it feels to hear your daughter call you? It feels so good...

Why do I feel that I once heard it so often?' he wondered, his heart hammering wildly.

"I have something to say..." she continued gravely. She was not fully trusting of him yet, and her eyes were guarded and vigilant.

He considered that the events of today might be the cause of this mistrust and that she was really frightened. She was his daughter, and he felt it natural to be more patient and gentle with her.

"Yeah, I hear you. What do you need to say?" he prompted gently.

He had every intention of spoiling her, as a daughter should be. He couldn't wait to hear if she had a request which he could fulfill.

Biting her lips to gather courage, she suddenly pleaded, "Daddy, please go save Mommy! She's in D Country and in great danger! I have traveled such a long way back to Z Country! You're our only hope now!"

Jacob frowned as he asked, "Who is your mother?"

Beryl asked in disbelief, "Daddy, Uncle told me that you had regained your memory. Why don't you remember Mommy?"

Confusion set in as she spoke, and he queried, "Who is your Uncle then? What is his name?"

"Sean," Beryl told him. His eyes narrowed as he remembered the doctor who had helped him regain his memories. It was Doctor Sean who had promised that he had regained all his lost recollections.

'Then why would everyone tell me that I have forgotten something?

What on earth did I forget?

That woman named Emily? The child in front of me? Anything else?' Confused, his thoughts raced.

"Daddy, please, please! Go save Mommy now! I'm afraid that she won't survive much longer," she begged again, her eyes tearing up.

"What's your mother's name?" he asked.


Upset by the slow progress in saving her mother Beryl was now becoming desperate and angry.

Guilt suddenly racked him and he felt as if he had done something unforgivable. The ghost of memory lingered at the very edge of his memories, just out of reach.

He was assaulted by a flash of jarring images in his mind, discordant and obfuscated. The drill in his brain fired up again and the pain flared unbearably.

The pain angered him and he tongue-lashed at Beryl in self-defense, "Why should I go save her? She is nothing but a selfish bitch with loose virtues!"

The words tumbled out before he could stop them. The vehemence in his voice shocked him deeply. He hadn't intended to speak so harshly.

'Is Emily really like that?

Why would my memory about her be so blurry? Everything about her seems so far removed, but feels so familiar. Why would I hold that kind of view of her?'

Jacob fought so hard to clear his mind! Devastated, Beryl stared at Jacob in disbelief. She really could not believe that her father would think of her mother in that way, "Daddy! How could you say that?! You are really different from before!"

Turning she ran, wanting nothing more to do with this cruel man.

"Go fetch her!" he ordered coldly.

"Yes, sir." Security guards ran after her. They caught her before she had gone too far.

Jacob groaned in pain and his head was pounding unbearably. It seemed that if he was to remember Emily, he would have to suffer tremendous pain for it!

The first time he thought about her he had felt disgust; the second time he suffered abominable headaches...

Pondering the matter deeply made him aware of how divided his mind seemed to be. He felt as if someone had taken a hatchet to his brain and he suffered torment and agony because of it.

He considered briefly that someone might have given him some kind of psycho-chemical drugs which were poisoning him!

'This must be because of that woman... Emily!' Jacob thought gritting his teeth against the affliction.

Beryl was soon carried back, but she developed a terrible fever that night. Her fever kept high and soon her body was burning like a furnace. She was extremely hot to the touch and Jacob worried for her wellbeing.

He called the doctor to attend to her and soon her temperature was back to normal. She remained sick though and she refused to eat anything.

She decided to use a hunger strike against him.

"This does not work on me at all." He regarded her coldly and attempted to convince her of the flaw in her foolish plan. He had no wish to spoil her at the moment, but also could not let her continue on this course.

Whether due to the illness, or because of her suffering, she had become extremely fragile. Upon hearing his callous words she broke into tears. Weeping made her eyes turn red like a rabbit's and she resembled a victim of severe bullying.

Seeing her like this, he somehow also felt gloomy and his heart ached for her suffering.

"Why do you cry? No one bullied you. There is nothing to cry about!" he told her, wanting the drama to stop.

"Mommy, I want Mommy..."she simply continued saying, sniffling unhappily. His words brought such a wave of sorrow to her that she began wailing aloud, no longer able to contain herself.

Jacob's brows knitted together in perplexity as he wanted to soothe her, but didn't know how. An instinct told him to take her into his arms and comfort her.

After a moment's hesitation, he bent down and picked her up.

Feeling her small innocent body in his arms, he realized that it felt oddly familiar to him. It was as if he had held her thus so many times before.

However, Beryl did not want his embrace as she struggled out of his arms. In her efforts to escape him she slapped him lightly through the face. Her little palm made a soft "clap" on his face.

He immediately felt a need to be angry, but found that he was everything except angry. It was as if nothing happened.

"Stop please, please! I will give you everything you want, okay?" he said gently, trying to appease her.

"You are not my Daddy! You are a bad person! Don't hug me... How could you leave Mommy alone in D Country and do nothing!" she sobbed bitterly.

"Don't you dare say that again! I don't want to hear anything about her!" he cautioned as the headaches began again.

"Let go of me! Let me go!" she screamed, struggling even harder.

Sam came across them like this as he arrived at the villa. He hurried to intercede, "Mr. Jacob, Miss Beryl is still young. Please don't be angry if she did something wrong..."

Jacob's face darkened upon hearing Sam's words, "She is my daughter. I know how to teach her. You need not concern yourself with it."

"Mr. Jacob, I..." Sam lowered his head and continued subserviently, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overstep."

"Uncle Sam, I..." Beryl reached out her hands towards Sam when she saw him. She didn't want to stay in Jacob's embrace and begged Sam, "I want your hug..."

Seeing her red anguished eyes Sam started reaching towards her, but stopped. He really wanted to take her and offer comfort, but he dared not steal the parental privilege from Jacob either.
Jacob was becoming really afraid that Beryl might choke herself as she was crying hysterically. Finally, he relented and handed her to Sam, "Fine, fine, fine! You hold her!"



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