Chapter 559 Because I love him

Looking at his gloomy face, she slowly set down her chopsticks. Her lips pursed a little, and in a small
voice she said, "Are the dishes not to your taste today? Then, tomorrow I will..."

"I don't need you to do anything." Jacob interrupted her coldly, but his eyes fell upon her injured hand
and involuntarily he softened slightly, "Why do you like to be a servant so much?"

Saying this, he abruptly swept all the dishes off the table and smashed them on the ground. Broken
pieces of porcelain scattered and the gravy splashed against the walls.

Emily was stunned by the violent act and the mess left behind.

"I am sorry." After a long time, she apologized softly, lowering her eyes. Her long eyelashes hid her
emotions in their shadows.

But he saw her expression and her helpless depression. She was like a wounded deer. It reminded him
of an inescapable despair and roused a great feeling of discomfort in him.

"Get out." He heard himself saying coldly, "Bring Beryl here."

With a low voice, Emily responded, "Okay." She stood up and left, her head still bowed low.

Only Jacob remained in the dinning room with its war-zone appearance, where plates lay murdered on
the floor, bleeding out gravy and bits of food. He sat down, frowned deeply, and he couldn't help but
recall Emily's expression again.

He was inexplicably irritable.

Why was this woman always affecting his mood?



Most of the table setting had been swept off onto the floor, except for one plate which had stayed safe
and lonely in the furthest corner of the table.

Gazing at the dish for a few seconds, he pulled it closer and sneered, "What the damn did she cook?"

Although he said this, his hand involuntarily took up the chopsticks and he began to eat. The taste was
oddly familiar and he felt as if he had enjoyed this dish many times before.

After tasting it, Jacob could not stop eating.

It was far worse than what the cook could prepare. But to him it was delicious, and he could not stop
eating. It was as if he was addicted to it.

This dish seemed to have something magical in it, which calmed his mind and spirit. The empty space
in his heart temporarily filled through the fulfillment of his appetite.

He even felt regret for his rashness of sweeping the other dishes onto the ground. He was curious now
as to their taste.

Forget it. He could always just ask her to cook it everyday in future.

As soon as the idea came up, he thought of her cut hands and he frowned again.

'Gee, I do not need what she cooked.

I know exactly what she's up to! She wanted me to get addicted to her cooking! I will not let her
succeed!' he thought stubbornly.

...

As Emily left the room, she met the maid again in the passage.



"Finally, you are driven out by our master?" There was no one else around, and the maid did not hide
her nature any more. Her tone was mean and bitter.

In her eyes, Jacob did not care about Emily at all. So naturally she didn't have to treat her with respect
either.

Emily did not want to tangle with her, and she tried to brush past her on the other side of the passage.
The maid continued harassing her though and blocked her way saying, "Why are you in such a hurry? I
want to have a good chat with you!"

"I've got nothing to discuss with you." Emily looked at her coldly. Nothing could affect her mood except
for Jacob and this maid was a minor nuisance.

What the maid hated most was the way she behaved. It was like Emily saw her only as a tiny ant, small
and insignificant.

After all, Emily was just a mistress who gave birth to a bastard daughter, instead of a son to carry
Jacob's name. Why was she standing here all high and mighty?

"I just want to find out how you managed to get into Mr. Jacob's bed? What was it like giving birth to his
child? Huh? Can you give me a few pointers?"

"Shameless!" Emily's voice was sharp as a slap. She stared coldly at the maid.

"Who is shameless?" The maid seemed to find her statement ridiculous, "You don't have any shame
either, right? Aren't you trying hard to snare Mr. Jacob again? You're just after his money, right? What
gives you the right to judge me like this?"

"That might be true for you, but not for me." Emily looked at her steadily. Her eyes seemed to have
become covered over with a thin layer of frost.



"Stop pretending! Do you think you are nobler than me? One day I will also..."

"You will not have the opportunity."

Emily's pink lips flicked open and she said slowly, word by word, "Because I will not let you get close to
him."

Hearing this, the maid widened her eyes angrily, "Why?"

Emily said firmly, without any hesitation, "Because I love him."

The maid was stunned for a few seconds. Suddenly she laughed sarcastically, as she thought about
what Emily had said, "Who do you think you are? Let's just wait and see!"

Emily did not look at her, but walked around her. This time the maid didn't stop her.

When Emily brought Beryl back, the dining room had been tidied up and there was no sign of the
original mess.

"What are you looking at? Wipe the floor, quickly!" A white rag was tossed at her, and Emily
subconsciously caught it before looking around.

It was the maid again. She was looking at Emily in vicious elation and said, "Mr. Jacob said, since you
want to be a maid, I should let you be one. Now, wipe the floor!"

Before Emily could speak, Beryl became enraged. Her eyes widened fiercely and she stormed, "What
are you saying? My father would never say something like that!"

"Miss Beryl, you don't know, your father said this to me in person. Surely, I dare not lie." Considering
her status in Jacob's eyes, the maid acted kindly, hoping to win the child over to her side, "Come here.
Let me play with you."



"I will not!" She shook her little head angrily. She did not like this woman who dared to ordered her
mother about, "My mommy is not a maid. You are the one wearing maid's clothes. You are a maid!"

Hurt by the clarity of the child's observation and the truth of her words, the maid shrieked, "So what?
Your mother is the same as me!"

Beryl's face reddened, but as she was about to lash out, her mother gently stopped her and said, "It
doesn't matter, Beryl. Please go on upstairs."

Beryl would not go, "No, I will not. I cannot watch this aunt bully you. Why don't you do anything about
it?"

The maid was so angry that she almost vomited blood at the word "aunt"!

She had only turned 20 this year! Aunt? That was ridiculous!

Because she was young, she was confident in herself, and believed that she could compete with Emily.

"Go upstairs, or Mom will be angry," Emily still spoke mildly, but her tone booked no resistance now,
"Mom will solve this. Believe in me, okay?"

Beryl hesitated for a long time before she agreed, "Then... then, okay."

After this, she went upstairs obediently. Though she kept looking back as she went, as if she was afraid
Emily would be further bullied.

She wished there was something she could do. Then a thought entered her young mind. Yes, she
could go and tell her dad!

She could ask dad to punish the abominable maid!

Thinking of this, Beryl quickened her steps.



As soon as Beryl left, Emily turned ice-cold. She became like an iceberg that never melted all year
round. Her beauty hardened and she looked at the maid with an unapproachable stare.

Seeing her sudden resilience, the maid was dazed.

When she realized that Emily would not be conquered, she felt embarrassed and said, "I didn't say
anything wrong. Mr. Jacob said that you are a maid. Surely you then have to work as a maid, or what
else would you do here?"


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