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 Season 8

Episode 84

(I will never forgive you)

A catastrophic plot was brewing in Poppi's mind and little did Emily know that the storm on the horizon was actually intended for her.    

On that day, while Emily was going over the design draft for Dina in her ward, a sudden knock on the door caught her attention.    

"Come in, please." Emily's eyes were glued to the design board as she carried on with her work without pause.    

As the door pushed open, the maid peeked in and found Emily absorbed in her work. She stood outside, so as to not disturb Emily, but after hesitating for a while, she murmured, "Madam, I'm here...to serve lunch for you..."   

 Emily finally broke away from her work and raised her head to look at the time. She was baffled to find that she had been working since early in the morning and now it was time for lunch.  

"Fine, please come in,"  Emily answered, putting the design board away.    

The maid was extremely nervous but she smiled confidently, masking her fear with a flawless facade. As a result, even Emily didn't find anything strange about the maid at first glance.    

"The chef has prepared a variety of home-made dishes, all of which are your personal favorites. Please eat as much as you can, madam, so you can get well soon." One by one the maid opened the lunch boxes and spread them over the table as she spoke.   

 As soon as she opened the boxes, a rich aroma of food spread through the entire ward, filling up Emily's nose and arousing her appetite all of a sudden.    

"It smells really good! In fact, I can easily say that these are all my favorite dishes just by the smell,"  said Emily, looking at the maid with a joyful expression, as she tidied up the table and rubbed her small hands in anticipation.  

Having just realized that the person who had brought her food in was not a familiar face, a little frown appeared on Emily's eye-brows. "Who sent you here? Where is Lilian?"    

Ever since Emily was admitted to the hospital, it was either Jacob or Sam who would bring food for her. Only on rare occasions when Sam couldn't make time, Lillian, the maid from their home would bring lunch for her. Then why was there a new face today?    

The first person that popped into her head was Poppi and how she disguised herself as a nurse so that she could sneak into Emily's ward and give her an injection. Emily shuddered at the thought, feeling shivers up her spine. Emily sat up with an alert body posture but she maintained a calm attitude.    

"Where is Sam? Does he have work in the company today?"    

Emily's sudden inquisitive look drove a flash of panic through the maid's face, but she was tactful enough to only let it linger for a brief moment. She handled herself with poise and passed a bowl to Emily with a smile on her face.  

"Madam, Lilian went back to her hometown yesterday. She had a family wedding to attend to, so she asked for a week's leave. As for Mr. Sam, I have no idea where he is now, but he told us not to wait for him. However, he did gave us specific instructions on bringing your meals to you on time."    

Emily took over the bowl of soup with a bit of hesitation. Indeed, she remembered Lillian mentioning something about having to take a few extra days off to go back home for her brother's wedding.    

"Well, I hope she enjoys her time back home. Thank you for bringing this delicious spread of food for me,"  Emily smiled, allowing her worries to fade away.    

The maids who worked for them at home were all screened and selected by Jacob, so there was no reason for her to get worried about it too much.    

Putting her mind to ease, Emily slowly brought a spoonful of food to her mouth.  

The maid watched Emily with widened eyes. Anticipation tingled through her like electrical sparks on the way to the ground, gathering in her toes.    

Her mission was about to be complete...    
It was possible that Emily noticed the restlessness in her eyes, because she paused and then put the spoon down.    "You don't need to stand, you can take a seat over there. I'll call you once I've finished eating."   

Emily pointed at the chair to the maid.    

"Well..." The maid started sweating profusely. She was so close, yet so far. She couldn't wait to wash her hands of this stressful episode, but she knew she had to remain patient.    

Emily noticed the perturbation in the maid and assumed it had something to do with Sam, so she continued, "Don't worry. Sam doesn't have to know about this. He won't blame you for this."  

With the bowl of soup in her hand, Emily sat there thinking about Jacob, 'It's fine for Jacob to be bossy all the time, but, I am afraid that his domineering, stubborn nature will rub off on Sam as well.'    

Ever since Jacob went abroad, he left the responsibility of Emily's well-being in Sam's hands. Sam was to report to Jacob about her condition on a daily basis. Those were Jacob's strict requirements.   

 If she had told Sam about the incident with Poppi, it would surely reach Jacob's ears and before long she would be confined to some guarded ward, stripped of all freedom.    

"Hey there? You can trust me,"  said Emily, having noticed the skepticism and hesitation on the maid's face.    

The maid snapped out of her reverie. Casting a worried look in Emily's direction, she finally replied, "Thank you, madam. Would you like some soup? Or would you like to wait until it's cooled down a bit?"  

As the words left her mouth, the maid quickly filled a bowl of soup and passed it over to Emily before she could even say anything. This time, in a more casual manner, she went and quietly sat down on a chair in the corner.   

 Finding no reason to prolong her hunger, Emily emptied the bowl of soup, one spoon at a time.    

After Emily finished, she felt too full to eat anything else, so she put the bowl down and called the maid, "You can come here and clean up. I think I'm done for now. I don't think I can eat much today."    

"What? Okay,"  The maid was puzzled by Emily's words and she stood up to clean up without a word.    

'She has already eaten a full bowl of soup, how is she still awake? Did that woman get the dosage wrong?    

What should I do now?' Lost in deep contemplation, the maid stood there with a cleaning rag in her hand.  

Suddenly, the sound of a spoon falling on the ground broke her concentration.    

When the maid turned her sights towards Emily, her mouth gaped open and she asked, "Madam, are you okay?"    The bowl of soup was barely hanging from Emily's hand, spilling soup all over her body and the everywhere on the bed, while Emily was out cold, but breathing.    Feeling skeptical, the maid nudged Emily just to be sure, "Madam, can you hear me?"    

She tiptoed to the other side of the bed and raised her voice a bit, "Madam, are you okay? Please don't frighten me..."   

 After thoroughly checking and making sure her job was done, a hint of relief appeared on her face. She quickly stretched out a hand to pat Emily's face and said, "Madam?"    

When Emily did not wake up after the maid patted her face a few times, she took out her phone immediately and called a number on her phone.  

The sound of a cautious female voice came through from the other side, "What's the update? Did you do it? Did she pass out? You'd better hurry up because I don't have the patience to wait any longer."    

"I did it. I did it. She just passed out." The maid covered the receiver of her cellphone so as not to wake up Emily, and replied with a humble tone.    

"Really? I'll be right over!" As soon as she hung up the call, the woman had a wild look in her eyes and her face was twisted up in excitement.    

She was so excited she didn't even wait to hear the maid's response.  

  Soon after, the door of Emily's ward was pushed open by someone.   

 "Where is she?" Although disguised in a mask, the agitated feeling in Poppi's eyes was so obvious that it couldn't be restrained.    

She was accompanied by an entourage of strongly built men, the sight of whom frightened the maid and she asked, "Miss Poppi, are you sure that she is just past out and there's nothing wrong with her?"  

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