Chapter 513 What A Silly Boy

Emily hadn't expected that Jacob would ask this question. She could not help feeling sad and said,
"Don't misunderstand me. I've always regard Donny as a child... actually..."

"Actually?" He interrupted in anger.

"The truth is, we once had a son, but he died at birth... Earlier, before I found you, I used to regard
Donny as a child. He is just like a child, simple and innocent. He reminded me of our lost son. I used to
wonder what our son would be like if he had grown up..." she said in a low voice.

She was revealing the deepest scar on her heart to him, having to speak of this great pain again. It
meant that she had to suffer the devastation all over again.

Jacob was startled and asked, "We had a son?"

"Yes, I did not tell you before..." she answered. Struggling against the flood of tears, she tried a wan
smile to comfort him and continued, "I'm not so lucky to be his mother. I failed to protect him. I'm
sorry..."

"Don't say that," Jacob interrupted. He had never expected this and didn't want to see her so sad and
morn-full. He soothed her, "I shall help him, I promise."

"Thank you," she said simply. She tried to contain her grief, but tears kept forcing past her eye-lids like
they had minds of their own. Jacob felt her pain like daggers to his heart.

"Sorry, I'm sorry... It's all my fault. I'm so sorry..." he said.

He lightly kissed her teary eyes, covering the hot lids with his lips. He was racked with guilt and regret
as he continued, "No more questions, I promise. I won't force you to talk about the past, if you don't
want to, okay? Please don't be sad. Don't cry."



"I'm okay. I mean it. I'm okay." Struggling out of his arms she wiped her tears and asked, "Go and save
Mrs. Yang. She can wait no more."

To Jacob, there was no one more important than Emily. He cared nothing at all for Mrs. Yang.

However, he had promised her that he would save Mrs. Yang. If it meant that Emily would stop crying,
then he would keep his word.

"Fine, as you wish," he said in a low voice. As Jacob went outside he found that Donny was kneeling at
the door, and hammering against it loudly, "Bang, bang, bang."

He looked pensively at Donny and then went to Mr. Barefoot's room, calling loudly, "Hey! Old chap!
Wake up and save that woman!"

Mr. Barefoot had been sound asleep at this moment, and was angered at being woken up, "Damn it!
You told me to sleep, no matter what happened outside! Now you wake me up suddenly, and I must
save a life! What on earth do you want?" he complained.

"It's Emily. She's the one who said we should save Mrs. Yang," Jacob explained with a straight face.

Mr. Barefoot had finally gathered his senses, and hearing what Jacob said, he asked, "So, Emily has
finally woken up, huh? I told you! I can fix any illness in the world! Hahahahaha! Good girl, Emily! Mrs.
Yang wanted to kill her, but she still chose to save the old hag's life. I would not be so kind!"

Jacob secretly agreed with Mr. Barefoot, but he had to keep his promise to Emily so he said, "Just save
Mrs. Yang, please."

"Save her? On what grounds? Why should I follow your words? By the way, I'm not your puppet," said
Mr. Barefoot.

He was a strange man with his own life philosophies, and he chose to refuse Jacob's request.



"You are a doctor! How can you watch people die in front of your house? You are so mean!" Jacob
argued.

"What did you say? It was you who told me to stay away from saving Mrs. Yang! It was you who took
the snakes to bite Mrs. Yang! You are the murderer! How dare you scorn me! Damn it!" yelled Mr.
Barefoot.

"Old chap, you..." Jacob stuttered. He broke into Mr. Barefoot's room and unceremoniously flung the
slight man across his shoulder and carried him outside, saying, "I know I said that she deserved to die,
but now she must live. You don't have a choice in the matter. Save her now! Otherwise, I promise I
shall burn your house to ashes!"

Feeling angry, Mr. Barefoot kicked and squirmed, trying to be free from Jacob's tight grip and raging,
"Damn you! I saved your life and the life of your wife, you ungrateful lump! I allow you both to live here,
and this is how you show gratitude to me?"

"I will never forget your kindness, never in all the days of my life. But it's also your duty to save lives, as
a doctor. So just save her, please," Jacob pleaded.

Donny had become red as an apple from excessive kowtowing at the door. Looking up, he looked
ready to drop, but cried out in joy at seeing Jacob carry Mr. Barefoot out to him, "B...Bear! Mr. Barefoot!
You...you... Help! Help please!" he stuttered incoherently.

Glancing clinically at Donny, Mr. Barefoot bantered, "This boy seems even more foolish than before. No
more kowtow! Or you will need healing, too!"

Donny seemed not to hear that and just kept prostrating himself as he begged, "Please, please, save
my mother! Save her please!"



Annoyed by the groveling, Jacob booted him off towards the gate and yelled, "Go get your mother!
Bring her in now, or do you really want to see her die, right here?"

The boy tripped and fell down, dizzy from all the blood having rushed to his head, and lay on the
ground stunned for a few seconds. Finally, the meaning of Jacob's instructions sank into his addled
mind and he rushed towards the wall, intent on scaling it again to get out.

Mr. Barefoot finally managed to free himself from Jacob's grip and straighten up, warned Donny, "The
door is over there, moron!"

Hastily Donny fetched his mother and brought her into the treatment room.

Satisfied that he had accomplished Emily's wishes, Jacob turned to go back into her room to keep her
company. Donny, however blocked his way and began to do obeisance to him!

"Thank you, Bear! Thank you so much!" he groveled.

Pausing and trying to fight back his anger, Jacob coldly instructed, "Don't kowtow to me!"

Exiting the yard, he could not help mentally rowing over the unseemly behavior.

'Emily, are you sure that you think of our son when you see Donny... Our son would definitely not be as
stupid as him!

You must feel very sad thinking of our lamented son, right?' He felt a shared sorrow over his son's
death, even though he had never seen or held the child...

He really hated himself for not being with Emily then, and for now reminding her of the tragedy again, 'I
love you, Emily, but I didn't do a good thing in reminding you of the past.

I'm such an idiot! How can I be with you like this?' he mentally swore at himself.



While Jacob left, Mr. Barefoot began his work on Mrs. Yang.

"Luckily, it's winter now, her blood runs thick, so the venom did not spread so fast. Otherwise, even I
could not save her," said Mr. Barefoot.

Still frightened, Donny could do nothing but watch from the side and continuously mumble his thanks,
like a mantra it sustained him.

"What a silly boy! Fine, come and help me!" the old man ordered.

"O...okay, of course..." the youth nodded.

The next morning, Mrs. Yang finally regained consciousness.

"Mummy! Mummy! You woke up! You finally woke up!"

Donny yelled excitedly and hurried off to call Mr. Barefoot to check on her.

Disinterested, Mr. Barefoot yawned and said, "Everything will be fine now that she has woken up. Now,
I'm going back to sleep, and don't forget to pay!"

Returning to his mother with haste, Donny held her hand as he said seriously, "Mummy, Mr. Barefoot
said that you will be fine. So don't be afraid. You will recover soon."

His mother looked at him with a frightened frown, tears falling as she asked, "Donny, what's wrong with
your head? And your hand? Who bullied you? Tell me now..."

He shook his head happily and said proudly, "No, no one bullied me. I ran into the wall by accident, but
I wrapped it up for myself. Isn't that cool?"

Crying earnestly now, Mrs. Yang finally considered that her son had grown up a lot in one night. 'But he
was certain to suffer a lot in life, ' she thought.

While Jacob left, Mr. Barefoot began his work on Mrs. Yang.

"Luckily, it's winter now, her blood runs thick, so the venom did not spread so fast. Otherwise, even |
could not save her," said Mr. Barefoot.

Still frightened, Donny could do nothing but watch from the side and continuously mumble his thanks,
like a mantra it sustained him.

"What a silly boy! Fine, come and help me!" the old man ordered.
"O...okay, of course..." the youth nodded.

The next morning, Mrs. Yang finally regained consciousness.

"Mummy! Mummy! You woke up! You finally woke up!"

Donny yelled excitedly and hurried off to call Mr. Barefoot to check on her.

Disinterested, Mr. Barefoot yawned and said, "Everything will be fine now that she has woken up. Now,
I'm going back to sleep, and don't forget to pay!"

Returning to his mother with haste, Donny held her hand as he said seriously, "Mummy, Mr. Barefoot
said that you will be fine. So don't be afraid. You will recover soon."

His mother looked at him with a frightened frown, tears falling as she asked, "Donny, what's wrong with
your head? And your hand? Who bullied you? Tell me now..."

He shook his head happily and said proudly, "No, no one bullied me. | ran into the wall by accident, but
| wrapped it up for myself. Isn't that cool?"

Crying earnestly now, Mrs. Yang finally considered that her son had grown up a lot in one night. 'But he
was certain to suffer a lot in life, ' she thought.







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