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 Season 8

Episode 25

(How could you (2)

"Shut up." Jacob glared at Ancho coldly. His eyes were frigid pools which froze her on the spot and promised death.  

  Ancho wanted to say more, but was scared into silence by his seething eyes.    
As Beryl walked in, she looked at Jacob incredulously. "Daddy, do you also think it was me?"    

Jacob frowned. He did not for even a moment believe that Beryl could do something so heinous. But the evil Ancho was there at her side. No one knew what Ancho was capable of.    

Confused, he paused for a moment, which stabbed into Beryl's sensitive heart with a penetrating pain, and she immediately burst into tears.  

  "Daddy, I am so disappointed in you!"  

Having said this, she took a long look at Emily, who was still unconscious, and then she turned and left.   

 "Mr. Jacob! Really, you shouldn't suspect your own daughter! How could you think her capable of this?" Ancho said in condemnation of Jacob, as if he had done something terrible.    

Having said this, she ran out after Beryl.   
 Jacob wanted to go after Beryl and bring her back, but he was worried about Emily. She still lay in a comatose state in the emergency room, and he didn't want to leave her. Torn between the two, he finally sent a man to chase after Beryl, while he remained with Emily.    

By then, Beryl had run out of the hospital.   

 Ancho had followed closely after her. She shouted, "Beryl, Beryl! Wait for me!" 

   Finally, out of breath, Beryl slowed down and turned to look at Ancho. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she grieved. She said, "Ancho, Dad doesn't believe me. Do you also see that he thinks I did it? Does he really think that I am capable of hurting the baby? But I am not! I am not!"  

"I know you are not!" Ancho soothed. . She took the opportunity to hold Beryl in her arms, and consoled her in a mild tone, "It doesn't matter Beryl. Even if the whole world doesn't believe you, I do!" 

  "Thank you..." Beryl sobbed. Hearing her words, Beryl felt greatly upset, but also wronged that her own father had seemingly turned his back on her. 

Sniffing she said, "As long as you are willing to believe me..."    

Ancho sighed, "Beryl, you didn't want to believe me before. But now, it is obvious that your father really cares more about the child in your mother's belly..."    

This really upset Beryl.    

Originally, she had not wanted to believe what Ancho had said, but now, she could no longer deceive herself. For the sake of the baby, her father even suspected her of having done something terrible!  

And this was just the beginning. When the child was born, then what kind of life would she lead?    

Beryl seemed to glimpse into the future then. She saw a future where she lost favor with her father and her mother. It was a lonely future where she was abandoned by all those that she loved. 

As the vision came to her mind, she trembled and tears flowed fiercely.

Swallowing heavily, Beryl whispered, "Anchor, what should I do? Now I only have you..."    

"Don't be afraid. There will always be a solution,"  Ancho said confidently. Her lips curved secretively, and her eyes gleamed in delight at the trick she was planning. The look soon disappeared, but the joy at her plans finally working out flashed across her wicked face.    

In the hospital, Emily finally regained consciousness.    

She opened her eyes and looked up at the snow-white ceiling. The unpleasant smell of sterilized equipment and disinfectant was strong in her nose. 

After a momentary trance, she realized where she was.  

"Emily, you are finally awake!" Seeing her regain consciousness, Jacob's eyes were full of excitement and relief. He gripped her ice-cold hands in his and tried to pass his warmth to her.  

  "Um..." Emily tried to respond, only to find that her voice was hoarse, and she had some difficulty speaking as her throat was dry and parched.    

"Don't speak now,"  Jacob said and hurriedly poured some water for her and then helped her to drink some.  

Her throat moistened by the water, Emily felt grateful and breathed more deeply. She cleared her throat and asked, "How is the baby?"    

Jacob carefully dabbed a napkin at the water drops which beaded her parched lips, and said, "Nothing serious. Both the baby and you are safe and sound. What you need is some rest and to take care of our baby."  

"Okay. That's good." Hearing this, Emily finally felt some relief. Taking her into his arms, Jacob held her tightly, as if he were afraid that she would disappear.  

  "Emily, you really scared me half to death."    

His strong male voice echoed with a fragility which Emily had seldom heard in him before. And she could only imagine how nervous and strung-out he had been.    

She patted him on the shoulder soothingly, as if she were comforting a small child. She said, "There, there. You see, I am alright. Don't worry. Given how old you are, didn't you ever learned to keep calm?"    

"Where you are concerned, I can't remain calm. Not when you are in danger."    

Jacob had been swamped with dark fears since Emily had been wheeled into the emergency room. From the moment the ambulance had been called, he had feared that Emily had suffered a fatal accident. Sorrow and pain overwhelmed him as he thought about how close to losing her yet again he had come.  

Luckily, she was not badly injured this time, and would make a full recovery.    Emily sensed the direction in which his thoughts were trailing off in, and she could do nothing to ease his fears except to hold him firmly in her small arms. 

Suddenly her own thoughts wandered off and she asked softly, "Last year, you found me dead, right? But it wasn't me, but rather my twin sister?"    

"Yes." Jacob's voice dropped low, as he would never forget the grief and many painful experiences which the previous year had brought. "I gave her a magnificent funeral and you can go to visit her tomb whenever you want to."    

Emily's face grew long with grief. "She died because of me. She should have enjoyed a beautiful, happy life. If it was not for me..."    

"It's not your fault. It's all because of Sean, that lunatic."  

Jacob didn't want Emily to feel regret because of this. She was so kind and pure. How could she ever bear to know someone died because of her?    

"By the way, I almost forgot to tell you,"  he continued, "Cloris died, and Sean committed suicide." That madman did more than enough to deserve death, but in the end he died so easily.  

  Emily was overcome after she heard the news, and she was silent for a long time.    

He had died?    

Sean, had died.   

 She hadn't expected that the man who had caused all of their suffering would die so easily. They had almost gone crazy because of the torment of that madman. Those dark days were like hell.    

Now that he had died, she was surprised that she did not feel happy. Her emotions were greatly complicated and raw, filling her with some confusion.  

"It's good that he's dead,"  Emily said softly.    

As Jacob thought of the madman, his emotions were turbulent. Sean committed suicide, escaping the dark plans for revenge which Jacob had been forming.    

How he wished he could dismantle Sean's corpse into hundreds of pieces and revisit all the pain on Sean which he had caused them!    

"Well,"  Emily no longer wanted to continue this topic any further. So she asked, "Where's Beryl? I have been awake for so long. Yet, I haven't seen her. Where's she?"    

Jacob hesitated. He did not know how to explain.    

But Emily misinterpreted his silence and asked, "Didn't she want to come and see me? It doesn't matter. Besides, I'm not seriously injured any way..."   

 She said that it didn't matter, but her expression had turned gloomy, with a hint of bitter sadness.  

"No." Jacob could not bear to see her like this, so he hurriedly explained, "She did come, and was waiting outside the emergency room until we could come in. But..."    

Emily was glad to hear the first part of what he had said. But hearing his hesitation she suddenly had a bad premonition. "But what?" she asked in trepidation.    

"But she thought I had suspected her..." In order to prevent Emily from further worry, Jacob roughly told her the whole story.    

Having heard what Jacob said, Emily could not help hitting him with her small fist. She said angrily, "How did you ever become a father? How could you do this to her? Your daughter has run away, but you didn't even go get her back!"  

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