A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Chapter 351 My Heart Hurts

"Mommy..." Beryl shook her head in disbelief, "How could he be? He... He doesn't look old at all!"

In her mind, if Jacob really was Jack's uncle, he should have been an old man with a fringe of grey- white hair and a long beard.

Emily dismissed, "Well, it's a long story." In any case, she had no intentions of explaining everything in detail to Beryl at the moment. "Anyway, don't think about your love for him anymore. You have to respect your elders. Do you understand me?"

Speaking of family hierarchy, If it really was taken into account, Beryl was two generations behind Jacob, then Emily would be one generation behind Jacob... 'Well, none of that really matters anyway. As long as Beryl is good and happy, ' Emily thought.

Beryl was heartbroken, "Lord, my God, why are you treating a lovely girl like me so cruelly?"

The handsome man Beryl had a crush on could be her "grandpa". Who could have thought of such a thing! How embarrassing would it be for her if she continued to pursue him?

Beryl was disheartened, lacking the passion she once had. Emily understood that Beryl needed a little time to take it all in, even though she was being a bit dramatic.

In the following days, Beryl was going through a period of listless depression. She could not eat or sleep well. Every day, she would frown and sigh with resignation in front of Emily.

But Emily was not a fool. She knew at first glance that Beryl's behavior was too exaggerated to be true. Amused by Beryl's theatrics, Emily baked her a luscious red velvet cake, generously iced with strawberry frosting. The satisfaction on Beryl's face, upon seeing the cake, was evident, as her eyes lit up like Christmas lights.

It was as if she had become a completely different person from who she was before.

After Beryl devoured an entire slice with just a few bites, she licked her lips thoroughly, salivating for another slice. She walked over to her mother and sighed. "My heart hurts a lot. I just need some more cake to ease the pain," she said.

Emily resolutely did not give her the second piece. "We'll have dinner soon. You can't eat too much strawberry cake."

"But my heart aches, I'm really sad..." Beryl put her hand on her chest, and thumped gently, looking like an actor at a play.

Emily stared at her with awe, unable to decide whether she was amused or annoyed. She wondered where her little girl had learned how to act like that. Perhaps, Beryl's behavior could be attributed to watching too many soap operas.

Beryl did not give up and still pretended to be miserable, "Mommy, do you know what it's like to lose the one you love so much?"

'What is it like to lose the one I love so much?'

Grief welled up in Emily's heart, 'Of course I know what it's like.'

Emily quickly concealed her sad emotions behind a tiny smile. She bluntly evaded Beryl's question and said, "Beryl, do you know that those strawberry cakes cry every time you eat them? Don't you feel sorry for them?"

"But strawberry cakes are so delicious..." Beryl argued.

"Strawberry cakes look so cute. How can you bear to eat them? Please let them live!"

Beryl was at lost for words. 'What am I going to do? I can't think of anything else to persuade her.

Alas, I've lost to my mom, ' she thought.

Emily stopped herself from laughing out loud. 'Children get over things so easily', she mused. Although, Beryl said that she loved Jacob, her love for her favorite strawberry cakes surpassed her love for him.

...

Since Jacob had successfully completed the task given by Mr. Gu, it seemed like everything had gone fairly smoothly. But in fact, Jacob left behind a mess of endless troubles.

With working hours greatly reduced, Jacob had more time to visit Beryl.

With working hours greatly reduced, Jacob had more time to visit Beryl.

In the morning, after Emily had gone to work, Jacob came to Emily's door with a gift he had carefully chosen.

"Ding Dong." Jacob rang the bell and stood there, waiting with anticipation.

Jacob was met with great surprise when the person who opened the door turned out to be Beryl and not the babysitter. She looked up to the man standing in front of her and her face lit up with a big smile. She rolled her eyes at him snobbishly, and said, "What's up? Are you here to beg me to take you back?"

Then she remembered what Emily had said to her, and the smile disappeared from her face and got replaced with a frown. "But it's too late for you to come back to me. It's impossible for us to..." she said.

Watching her precocious reactions, Jacob broke into laughter. "Aren't you glad that I have come to see you?" he asked.

He stooped down and gave the Beryl the gift box he was carrying in his hands. Inside the box was a set of vintage porcelain dolls, dressed in florals and trimmed with white lace. These extravagant dolls were not only expensive, they were also extremely hard to come across.

Unfortunately for Jacob, Beryl had no interest whatsoever in these dolls. Having been brought up in a rich family, she had already grown dispassionate of such expensive toys. Although these dolls would have had a different impact on other kids, she felt completely unenthusiastic about them. "I don't want these," Beryl rolled her eyes.

"Why?" asked Jacob, feeling astonished.

"I don't like to play with dolls."

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Beryl's round eyes sparkled, as she twirled a strand of her long hair and smirked at Jacob. "Why don't you take me to an amusement park? I would like to go to one as I've never been there before..."

Jacob understood the sorrow and discontent underlying her words. He placed the gift box on the ground and picked her up in his arms. "I can take you there, but you'll have to promise me something."

"Promise you what?" Beryl asked with a soft voice. She voluntarily stretched out her arms to clasp around Jacob's neck, unbothered by the intimacy between them.

"Call me Daddy and I'll take you there, okay?" Jacob said.

"Um..." Beryl tapped her lips with her finger, as if in deep contemplation.

Jacob's eyes sparkled with anticipation, eagerly waiting for her following words.

"Why do you all want to be my father?" asked Beryl, eyebrows furrowed and deeply puzzled.

In an instant, Jack's face popped up in Jacob's mind. "No one apart from me is fit to be your father. Beryl, you must remember, I am your real father, not anyone else," he said.

"That's what they all say," Beryl replied.

"What do you mean by 'they'? Who are they?" Jacob gasped in amazement and his mouth gaped open.

Since Beryl was just a child, she couldn't resist the urge to speak her mind. "In fact, my uncle said that to me too, but he never spoke the same words again..."

Beryl thought in her mind, 'Does he think I am a fool? How could he be my father?

I don't believe it.'

"They're all liars. Only what I said is true," Jacob contended, with a serious look in his eyes.

"Gee! Okay! Okay! Let's go quickly!" she urged. Beryl quickly changed the topic, as she grew nervous. "Zoe is going to wake up soon. She won't let me leave if she finds out. Let's go! Hurry up!" Beryl urged.

"What am I going to do with you?" Jacob shook his head and gently squeezed her rosy cheeks. "If I secretly take you away with me, your mother will get worried about you," he explained.

"She will not!" she insisted ardently, and her voice become high-pitched. Beryl put her arms around his neck, rubbing her head against him like a kitten, and said, "Just go, please, take me out..."

For reasons unknown to her, Beryl always felt good around Jacob. Even at first sight, she unconsciously felt drawn towards him. In Jacob's presence, she felt safe, and she knew that he would never do anything to harm her.

In fact, it felt like they had known each other for a very long time.

'Well, I know Mommy is going to get mad at me, but I just need to forget it for now. Hey! It's not my fault I inherited forgetfulness from Mommy.

Ha-ha.'

Beryl kept insisting, "Let's go, let's go! I really want to go there..." Jacob was at a complete loss. He was afraid that Beryl was going to start crying, so instead of handling the situation like a responsible adult, he gave into her demands like an unprincipled parent.