A Call That Changed Her Entire Life novel Chapter 557

In Tyrone Mansion, Emily rested for a while, then began to worry about her relationship with Jacob. 'Now he hates me so much. What could I do to clear the air?' she wondered desperately.

Since waking up, she had not seen Beryl even once and she missed her terribly.

Thoughts of her daughter galvanized her into action. Despite still being weak, she managed to rise and walk out of the room.

Finding a maid cleaning the corridor, she inquired about Beryl. She was relieved to hear that she was attending kindergarten on Jacob's instructions.

Physically, Beryl had recovered enough to attend kindergarten like other children and it was good for her to be with her own peer group. Perhaps it would also help to balance out the trauma that she had endured recently.

'Jacob had forgotten me, but what if he also forgot Beryl?

If so, then she must be very sad, ' she worried.

There was so much to regret. The past was riddled with decisions which she now knew were not wise. For the past few weeks she had endured the urge to cry and bemoan her lot to the sky. She had been unable to release her grief and had needed to bury it deep inside herself.

They had once planned to regain all the sweet memories of their past. However, they had lost much more now. Even their future together hung in the balance.

At this moment, Emily wanted nothing more than a healthy Jacob. Therefore she decided that she would have to make him fall in love with her again within one month. Surely she could accomplish this? They had loved so deeply before.

She hoped fervently that Sean was just joking, and that he had lied to her.

She prayed that his words had been fake. All she could do was to cling to the hope that his talk of the chip and distorted memories was all false.

Unfortunately, she fully knew what Sean was capable of. His selfishness knew no limits and he would do anything in order to reach his goals.

Now she had no choice but to follow the path which he made for her.

She tightly pinched her eyes shut for a long while. Finally opening them she took a deep calming breath and, though tears still clung to her long lashes, her eyes were full of determination.

'I will never let Jacob die again!' she thought resolutely.

Noticing the time on the large wall-clock she considered her next move. Walking towards the kitchen, she decided to cook dinner for Jacob and Beryl.

Walking through the kitchen door, she was savagely struck through the face by a maid. Had she not managed to lean against the wall for support, she would surely have fallen to the floor such was the force of the blow.

Not waiting to ask what Emily wanted, the maid had begun to curse, "Who dares block my way? Who the hell are you? Are you blind?"

The words were a second blow. Emily had not been spoken to like that for a long time. She stared at the maid with color rushing to her face and asked tightly, "Miss, aren't you the one who hit me?"

The maid finally saw Emily's face clearly and remembered that she was the woman whom Jacob had brought home recently and held in his arms. She bit back her anger and said apologetically, "Sorry, I'm sorry, Miss..."

Carter, the old butler, had resigned and returned to his hometown. All the servants in this house were new. Nobody knew about Emily and Jacob's past now.

But the maid was not so stupid that she couldn't tell that Emily was important to Jacob. She dared not offend her any further.

Holding onto her shoulder, which ached from the blow, Emily brushed past the maid not wanting to talk further with her. She frowned though and said bleakly, "You should be more careful in future. We can't have you hitting people here."

"Yes, ma'am," the maid replied, averting her eyes respectfully. With her head lowered she bit down upon her bottom lip. She could not help the pang of jealousy which she momentarily suffered.

Not paying her any further heed, Emily went into the kitchen to cook. She did not rush her task, but performed it with a slow elegance.

It seemed that she was not cooking but giving a performance. She was regal, just like a fairy, and she owned the kitchen then.

The maid could tell that Emily might be of noble birth.

Guessing her identity the maid offered to help, but was politely refused.