A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Chapter 544 That Woman Again

No matter how much she hated Beryl, she was now powerless. All she could do was watch the blood spill from her veins. Soon she fainted from blood-loss.

Transfixed, Beryl stood staring at her still form for several seconds. Finally she dropped the knife from nerveless fingers. Tears burst from her eyes.

"Good bye," she said in a low emotionless voice.

Running from the apartment like a stray cat, was the only option open to her now.

Right after Beryl's departure a team of paramedics arrived at the apartment door. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hello! Is anyone home? We received an emergency call from a little girl that someone has been injured here. Hello? Can anyone hear us?" The senior medical technician called at the door. There was no answer. "Maybe the victim is unconscious. Perhaps the person lost too much blood already. Hello? We're coming to help," The man turned to the junior technician and ordered, "Break the door down."

"Bang!" The burly men shouldered the door off of its hinges. They found Yilia lying on the floor in a pool of blood. "This requires more than a simple first-aid. Prepare her for transport! Contact the hospital and advise them that we have a serious emergency coming in," the team leader said.

Meanwhile, Beryl was hiding in the bushy verge outside the building. She watched the ambulance's flashing lights with some anxiety. In the darkness she shivered from more than just the cold. Looking up, she stared at the lights in Yilia's windows. She could see the shadows of the rescue workers play against the ceiling. Hopefully she thought, 'The doctors should be able to rescue her. They're in there right now, helping her.'

Minutes later, the men in their bright medical over-alls appeared at the door. They were pushing Yilia on a gurney and loaded her into the back of the waiting ambulance. They took off at speed and headed

towards the hospital with sirens screaming.

Finally, Beryl felt relieved.

Truthfully, she hadn't wanted to kill Yilia. She had only wanted to teach her a lesson for what she had done. So, she had made a call to the emergency service before cutting her wrist.

She had learned in her troubled past exactly how long to make the incision. And knew how to control the loss of blood so that Yilia would not loose too much blood and die.

Instinctively, she knew that it was a terrible and most unnatural thing which she knew. A five-year-old should not know such a cruel method for torturing people!

This was all thanks to Tina, who had instilled these skills in her. The past had been so deeply burned into her self-hood, that despite having recovered from her mental disorders, she still remembered everything her dark torturer had taught her.

Wounds healed with time, but scars were eternal.

It was quite possible that she might never forget what Tina had done to her, nor what she had done to Yilia. Certainly she would never forget the receptionist's cruel words...

"Mr. Jacob said that he doesn't have a daughter."

Those few words had stabbed into her heart and left a scar that hurt her constantly. It was a pain from which she might never recover.

She would never have thought that her father could have said those words and she found it difficult to believe them.

'I must find out the truth! I need to ask him face to face!' She reached a decision in her heart.

The gloom faded from her eyes and her jaw took on a firm set, as she wiped away her tears.

...

The next day, in the CEO's office at Gu Consortium, Sam finally decided to bother his boss, though he knew that Jacob was not in a good mood. "Mr. Jacob, I heard that a woman and a girl came yesterday wanting to see you. They said that the girl claimed to be your daughter..."

Jacob raised up his head and looked indifferently at Sam, his face betraying no emotions at all, "Yes, I didn't see them. I don't have time for liars. I believe that security had to drag them from the building," he said coldly.

"I happened to get a view of their backs when I was returning. That girl really did look like Miss Beryl," Sam spoke tentatively.

"Beryl?" He frowned at how familiar the strange name felt upon his tongue as he repeated it. Searching his memory, he drew a blank.

Sam didn't understand Jacob's vague answer, and asked, "Mr. Jacob, don't you want to get Miss Beryl back? After all, she is your biological daughter..."

"Biological daughter?" Confused Jacob asked in a cold voice, "I don't remember having a daughter, let alone a biological one."

In his memories he saw vague flashes of a woman and knew that he had shared her bed. 'But who gave her permission to carry his child?' he thought.

"Mr. Jacob, have you really forgotten her?" Sam asked in disbelief and continued, "Beryl is your biological daughter. Her mother is Emily. You two love..." Jacob was behaving so strangely towards Sam at this moment.

"Shut up! That's enough!" With a face like a thundercloud, Jacob cut Sam off, "I will have the truth. I want you to go find that girl and conduct a DNA test to see if we're a match."

Sam still wanted to say something, but he finally chose to follow Jacob's orders instead. "Yes, sir," he said.

With the office to himself again, Jacob turned to his table and due to inattentiveness, knocked over a tea-cup. His face was white as a sheet and it felt like a drill was boring through his scull.

'Emily again! Damn it!' He could not help having that name echoed in his mind.

The first time that he heard the name, it had caused an instant feeling of disgust, which he couldn't understand. Now, however, he felt anxious and wondered if his head might not really explode if he thought about it any longer.

It felt as if an invisible hand was at work in his brain, moving the pieces of information about this woman out of reach, every time he thought of her.

'Emily? Who on earth is this woman?' he pondered.

Clenching his fist, he punched the conference table heavily, "Bang!"

In his mind, he seemed to hear a sinister, yet persuasive voice whispering over and over again, "Emily is just a woman, and she brought you nothing but pain and suffering. She is not worth remembering. Forget about her and don't search for her."

But there was also another faint voice begging him, "You will regret if you really forget her. Do not make that stupid mistake..."

These two voices were fighting violently in Jacob's mind. His eyes darkened with malice, and he felt a great melancholy descend on him. It was as if a storm was brewing.

"Emily! Emily! Emily!

No matter who you are, I swear I'll find out the truth," he whispered to himself.

Sam believed that the girl might be Miss Beryl, so he tried very hard to find her. Soon, he unraveled one clue, Yilia.

Angry and terrified, Yilia tried to explain to doctors and nurses that it was Beryl who had cut her so. But no matter what she said, it was difficult for them to believe that a five-year-old could cut a grown woman's wrist.

She could do nothing but feel angry as Beryl had run away!

She even thought about reporting it to the police. However, she had lied the day that they were rescued, in order to take Beryl away, and she would be in big trouble if the police found out about that!

Lost in her angry thoughts, she hardly cared who came to visit her. So when Sam walked in, she was at first not really interested.

'It's probably nobody but some hypocritical friends or relatives, ' she thought bitterly.

However, looking up at the handsome man in his high-end suit she couldn't help being surprised. She flushed deeply and asked in a low voice, "Good...good day, sir. Are you coming to see me? I'm so sorry, but I don't think that I know you."

"No," he replied in a kind voice, "You don't know me, but that's okay. I know you, Miss Yilia."

"How do you know my name?" she asked in disbelief. She felt shy and embarrassed that this handsome man knew her name, but she knew nothing about him. Perhaps he knew her from a past encounter that she had forgotten?

A handsome and decent man came to visit a woman while she was ill. Yilia knew exactly what that meant. At least she hoped, that it meant something.

Not waiting for her thoughts to ramble further, Sam continued gently, "I spoke to the police, and they told me about a case of child trafficking which they solved. They also said that you took a girl away. Is that true?"

Crestfallen that he was actually interested in Beryl, she realized that he might be the girl's family and was really here to find her.

"She is my relative's child," she lied.

"Really?" His voice had turned cold, "But I also know that you brought the child to Gu Consortium yesterday and demanded to see Mr. Jacob, claiming that the girl was his daughter."

Her lip trembled slightly as she lowered her proud gaze, for she knew that he had found out everything. Deciding not to deny it any further, she said, "Yes, that's true. But I was also lied to by the little bitch! She told me that she was Mr. Jacob's daughter! I believed her, and I took her to Gu Consortium to be reunited with her father. God knows how a little girl could be such a good liar!"