Chapter 129: Why Do You Lock Me Here
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Anxious, Jacob frowned and furrowed his eyebrows tightly. "Is there another way we can use?" he asked.
Jacob couldn't tolerate to see Emily in pain. All he wanted was for her to be happy and safe.
"There is," Chester suggested. Chester pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his ridge. With a serious expression on his face, he said,"But this time, you can't be soft-hearted any more. Otherwise, everything will fall short of success due to lacking of a final effort."
As always, Jacob's eyes were deep as he looked back at Chester and assured,"I understand."
...
When Emily woke up, she found herself lying on the sofa, with no memory whatsoever of what had happened. Emily faintly remembered feeling uncomfortable when she was talking to Chester. She had a vague memory of throwing up on Jacob and then passing out consequently...
Appalled by her actions, she forced herself to get up and come back to her senses.
"You are awake!" said Jacob, as he was buckling his cufflinks while walking towards her. He continued,"How are you feeling? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Emily nodded and then shook her head, looking at the tall and handsome man in front of her. "What happened to me?" she asked.
"You threw up on me."
"Ah, I'm so sorry..." Having heard that, Emily soon realized that she wasn't dreaming. With an expression of a child who had done something wrong, she looked away from Jacob's eyes and apologized,"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... do that."
Much to Emily's surprise, Jacob didn't seem like he was mad at her at all. In a gentle and calm voice, Jacob said,"Don't worry about that. If you're still feeling bad, you should get some rest. I have arranged for someone else to finish your work today."
Jacob was aware that Emily had no memory of what had happened.
"Okay...thanks," Emily answered and nodded primly. She couldn't exactly tell why, but she sensed something strange about Jacob's demeanor today.
Jacob told Emily to rest in the office. Then he pretended to work in his desk, while in fact, he was waiting for the night to come.
According to Chester, this time he was going to try something straightforward to combat poison with poison. It would seek to make Emily re-experience the dreadful moment from her past, so she could overcome the mental block eventually.
The process was similar to ripping off Emily's
inally sober. But soon she struggled again, like she was trapped in a nightmare that she could never get rid of.
In addition to the darkness, her fear of the hidden maliciousness in the hearts of people flooded her thoughts like a raging sea.
She could hear all the voices in her head again; the voices of the neighboring bystanders, and the sound of them gossiping with malicious intentions.
"Almost all the girls were hurt, except for her. Do you think it is true? Perhaps her parents are too ashamed to speak the truth."
"A fly does not bite a seamless egg. If she had stayed at home obediently, she wouldn't have been kidnapped by that psychopath?"
"I'm sure these girls aren't as innocent as they look. They must have done something to deserve this!"
Before long, the hateful voice of the victims' parents followed, like a whirlwind spinning around in her head.
"Why did that demon hurt my lovely daughter, but he spared you! What did my daughter do to deserve such a fate? You should have died with them!"
At the very last was the voice of Emily's own father.
"If I had known about it earlier, I would have strangled her with my own hands! After all this, how can we continue to live in the city? How can we live with such a disgrace? Even if she wasn't harmed, how pure and innocent could she be after she had stayed with the psychopath for several days! Evil girl!"
Even as a victim, Emily had to suffer everyone's mockery and hatred. Her very existence in the world had become a mistake!
Was it the right time to put an end to this painful memory?
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Anxious, Jacob frowned and furrowed his eyebrows tightly. "Is there another way we can use?" he asked.
Jacob couldn't tolerate to see Emily in pain. All he wanted was for her to be happy and safe.
"There is," Chester suggested. Chester pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his ridge. With a serious expression on his face, he said,"But this time, you can't be soft-hearted any more. Otherwise, everything will fall short of success due to lacking of a final effort."
As always, Jacob's eyes were deep as he looked back at Chester and assured,"I understand."
...
When Emily woke up, she found herself lying on the sofa, with no memory whatsoever of what had happened. Emily faintly remembered feeling uncomfortable when she was talking to Chester. She had a vague memory of throwing up on Jacob and then passing out consequently...
Appalled by her actions, she forced herself to get up and come back to her senses.
"You are awake!" said Jacob, as he was buckling his cufflinks while walking towards her. He continued,"How are you feeling? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Emily nodded and then shook her head, looking at the tall and handsome man in front of her. "What happened to me?" she asked.
"You threw up on me."
"Ah, I'm so sorry..." Having heard that, Emily soon realized that she wasn't dreaming. With an expression of a child who had done something wrong, she looked away from Jacob's eyes and apologized,"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... do that."
Much to Emily's surprise, Jacob didn't seem like he was mad at her at all. In a gentle and calm voice, Jacob said,"Don't worry about that. If you're still feeling bad, you should get some rest. I have arranged for someone else to finish your work today."
Jacob was aware that Emily had no memory of what had happened.
"Okay...thanks," Emily answered and nodded primly. She couldn't exactly tell why, but she sensed something strange about Jacob's demeanor today.
Jacob told Emily to rest in the office. Then he pretended to work in his desk, while in fact, he was waiting for the night to come.
According to Chester, this time he was going to try something straightforward to combat poison with poison. It would seek to make Emily re-experience the dreadful moment from her past, so she could overcome the mental block eventually.
The process was similar to ripping off Emily's
inally sober. But soon she struggled again, like she was trapped in a nightmare that she could never get rid of.
In addition to the darkness, her fear of the hidden maliciousness in the hearts of people flooded her thoughts like a raging sea.
She could hear all the voices in her head again; the voices of the neighboring bystanders, and the sound of them gossiping with malicious intentions.
"Almost all the girls were hurt, except for her. Do you think it is true? Perhaps her parents are too ashamed to speak the truth."
"A fly does not bite a seamless egg. If she had stayed at home obediently, she wouldn't have been kidnapped by that psychopath?"
"I'm sure these girls aren't as innocent as they look. They must have done something to deserve this!"
Before long, the hateful voice of the victims' parents followed, like a whirlwind spinning around in her head.
"Why did that demon hurt my lovely daughter, but he spared you! What did my daughter do to deserve such a fate? You should have died with them!"
At the very last was the voice of Emily's own father.
"If I had known about it earlier, I would have strangled her with my own hands! After all this, how can we continue to live in the city? How can we live with such a disgrace? Even if she wasn't harmed, how pure and innocent could she be after she had stayed with the psychopath for several days! Evil girl!"
Even as a victim, Emily had to suffer everyone's mockery and hatred. Her very existence in the world had become a mistake!
Was it the right time to put an end to this painful memory?
Anxious, Jacob frowned and furrowed his eyebrows tightly. "Is there another way we can use?" he asked. Jacob couldn't tolerate to see Emily in pain. All he wanted was for her to be happy and safe. "There is," Chester suggested. Chester pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his ridge. With a serious expression on his face, he said,"But this time, you can't be soft-hearted any more. Otherwise, everything will fall short of success due to lacking of a final effort."As always, Jacob's eyes were deep as he looked back at Chester and assured,"I understand."... When Emily woke up, she found herself lying on the sofa, with no memory whatsoever of what had happened. Emily faintly remembered feeling uncomfortable when she was talking to Chester. She had a vague memory of throwing up on Jacob and then passing out consequently... Appalled by her actions, she forced herself to get up and come back to her senses. "You are awake!" said Jacob, as he was buckling his cufflinks while walking towards her. He continued,"How are you feeling? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"Emily nodded and then shook her head, looking at the tall and handsome man in front of her. "What happened to me?" she asked. "You threw up on me.""Ah, I'm so sorry..." Having heard that, Emily soon realized that she wasn't dreaming. With an expression of a child who had done something wrong, she looked away from Jacob's eyes and apologized,"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... do that."Much to Emily's surprise, Jacob didn't seem like he was mad at her at all. In a gentle and calm voice, Jacob said,"Don't worry about that. If you're still feeling bad, you should get some rest. I have arranged for someone else to finish your work today."Jacob was aware that Emily had no memory of what had happened. "Okay...thanks," Emily answered and nodded primly. She couldn't exactly tell why, but she sensed something strange about Jacob's demeanor today. Jacob told Emily to rest in the office. Then he pretended to work in his desk, while in fact, he was waiting for the night to come. According to Chester, this time he was going to try something straightforward to combat poison with poison. It would seek to make Emily re-experience the dreadful moment from her past, so she could overcome the mental block eventually. The process was similar to ripping off Emily's inally sober. But soon she struggled again, like she was trapped in a nightmare that she could never get rid of. In addition to the darkness, her fear of the hidden maliciousness in the hearts of people flooded her thoughts like a raging sea. She could hear all the voices in her head again; the voices of the neighboring bystanders, and the sound of them gossiping with malicious intentions. "Almost all the girls were hurt, except for her. Do you think it is true? Perhaps her parents are too ashamed to speak the truth.""A fly does not bite a seamless egg. If she had stayed at home obediently, she wouldn't have been kidnapped by that psychopath?""I'm sure these girls aren't as innocent as they look. They must have done something to deserve this!"Before long, the hateful voice of the victims' parents followed, like a whirlwind spinning around in her head. "Why did that demon hurt my lovely daughter, but he spared you! What did my daughter do to deserve such a fate? You should have died with them!"At the very last was the voice of Emily's own father. "If I had known about it earlier, I would have strangled her with my own hands! After all this, how can we continue to live in the city? How can we live with such a disgrace? Even if she wasn't harmed, how pure and innocent could she be after she had stayed with the psychopath for several days! Evil girl!"Even as a victim, Emily had to suffer everyone's mockery and hatred. Her very existence in the world had become a mistake! Was it the right time to put an end to this painful memory?
