Chapter 557 How Dare You Claim Yourself As My Wife

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.

Rejected, the maid became angry and stamped her foot as she left the kitchen. 'It doesn't look like she
can cook in any case! Well, I'll just wait and see what a flop she makes, then I'll have the last laugh, '
she thought bitterly.

An hour later, the maid had finished her other tasks. Curious now, she snuck back into the kitchen.

She wanted to see Emily's joke.



Standing in the doorway, her jaw dropped as she was confronted by heavenly aromas of braised beef
and potatoes, steamed bean curd with fish, and Kung Pao chicken! Her mouth watered at the spread of
warm, delicately spiced cuisine, all of it rich in color and flavor.

She had not expected that Emily was such a good cook.

'But she must want to butter Jacob up with all of these! What a bitch!' she thought, secretly envious.

"Come and help me serve the dishes please." Emily politely asked, not noticing who had entered the
kitchen.

Reluctantly complying with the request, the maid could finally not contain herself any longer and asked,
"Miss, who are you? What's your relationship with our Mr. Jacob?"

Raising her head to look closely at the maid, Emily felt slightly uncomfortable at hearing her refer to
"our Mr. Jacob". She kept a carefully neutral expression though. Instead she countered, "Who do you
think I am? I'm Beryl's mother."

Surprised, the maid exclaimed, "Wow! So you are Mr. Jacob's lover... Oh, I'm so sorry. I did not mean
that..."

Actually, she had said it on purpose to humiliate Emily. But she disguised her motives by feigning
concern and innocence. She pretended that the verbal barb was only a slip of the tongue.

Emily's face darkened as she said, "Miss, please behave yourself according to your station. You are to
speak and act cautiously! I was never Jacob's lover. We love each other. I'm his wife. Keep that in mind
please!"

'Wife?' The maid was stunned.



She had never known that Jacob was even married!

Regarding the maid with cold eyes, Emily cowed her into submission. As the maid was about to
apologize they were interrupted by a low, piercing voice.

"Wife?" Jacob asked frostily.

Both women turned to look at him as he walked into the kitchen with measured steps.

"Mr. Jacob..." The maid stuttered. She was terrified and didn't know what else to say.

'How much of this did he see?

I did not bully this woman. I was just mocking her. It's all her fault! Why should she be so arrogant?

Mr. Jacob would not blame me for that, right?' she thought, cold with uncertainty.

Watching Jacob walk towards them, Emily could not tear her eyes away from him.

He seemed different, but also so similar to the Jacob of old that it made her heart ache.

He reminded her of when she hadn't been with him. He had regarded others as ants then as if they
were undeserving of his attention. He was aloof and withdrawn in those days. It had been such a long
road from there to the Jacob that she loved so well.

Jacob was always the one who deserved everyone's admiration.

"Wife?" He repeated with even more chill in his voice. Then he sneered before adding, "How dare you
claim yourself as my wife? I do not remember even marrying you."

All of sudden, Emily's face turned pale white.



Her great regret had been that they never did get married, even though they were together for such a
long time. It was always their intention to marry, but time and fate had conspired to deny them the joy of
matrimony. They had suffered too many setbacks and obstacles...

She had twice given birth to his children, but she was still not his wife. 'How ironic life is?' she
wondered sadly.


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