The receptionist looked at Sam and said, "Mr. Sam, let me tell you what really happened here." She
then proceeded to tell the whole story without leaving any detail behind, which was admiringly on point.
As the receptionist finished, Sam's face immediately darkened. He pondered for a moment as he
looked down before raising his head to look at the receptionist and asked, "You mentioned that little girl
looked like Mr. Jacob? Does she look around five or six years old and pretty enough like a Barbie
Doll?"
The receptionist's eyes widened in surprise. She hastily nodded her head and replied, "Yes, that's right,
but Mr. Sam, pardon me for asking, how do you know this information exactly?"
With his eyebrows furrowed into a frown, Sam kept his stare on the receptionist and ignored her
question. Instead, he went on with his questions. "Do you know where they have gone? Did any of
them leave any contact details?"
The receptionist shook her head helplessly and responded, "No. I'm sorry, Sir."
Sam sighed. His eyes looked bothered and complicated. If he was not mistaken, the little girl could be
Jacob's daughter, Beryl. However, Jacob refused to accept and admit it.
Why? Why on earth was that?
Then again, since Jacob just came back from D Country himself, his temperament and attitude had
changed so much that Sam could hardly recognize him. Moreover, his behavior turned more and more
malicious and ruthless that there was nothing in his heart but fire and rage.
Furthermore, he never even once mentioned Emily's name again. Since that was the case, no one
around him was allowed to mention Emily's name. It had became a taboo as if once mentioned, a
bomb was going to explode right there.
Every single day, everyone in the company thought very carefully before they act or speak and
shivered in fear after having met the true iron hand of Jacob.
Sam flinched as he felt a pang of ache at his right temple. His hand immediately reached for it and
pressed down on it as a massage and pain relief. For sure, something had happened to Jacob,
because he did not even recognize Beryl. Sam suspected that Jacob might had gotten into an accident
that hit his head, or that he was poisoned enough to forget his own daughter.
What ever happened to Jacob, he must quickly know about. Sam thanked the receptionist and left in
haste.
Meanwhile, as soon as Yilia got home, she rushed towards Beryl and roughly ripped off Beryl's skirt.
Beryl's eyes widened in shock and fear.
"You don't have the right to wear this pretty dress! It doesn't and will never suit you. Such a waste of my
own money!" Yilia raised her hands above and exclaimed in a fit of anger.
She spent so much money today and never achieved or gain anything back. Not only did she not see
the face of Jacob, but she was also kicked out by the security guards, which made her feel so
humiliated that as soon as she had set foot at the comforts of her own house did her rage explode.
Crossing her arms on her chest, she heaved a really heavy breath and glared at Beryl. "Jacob's
daughter? Huh. Unbelievable. If you are indeed his daughter, then why doesn't he admit that? It's
considered a fallacy if Jacob himself confirms otherwise. Even if indeed you are, maybe the reason
why Jacob refused to recognize you is because the woman who gave birth to you is shameless and
worthy of humiliation! Because, why then? How could Jacob have such an attitude to you if not for
being a shameless reminder?"
Beryl glared back at Yilia and refused to back down even if she was just a little girl. "You don't have the
right to talk about my mother that way, you shameless woman!" She bit her lower lip and challenged
Yilia with a piercing stare before she angrily added, "My mom and dad are in a great relationship that
no one can ever take from them to the point that they will be together forever, until death do them part!"
Yilia rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Together forever? Death do them part? You believe in that crap?
Well, if so, then why didn't your mother just come to find your father herself? Why did she just let you, a
little, powerless kid, go instead? Maybe it's because she doesn't have any shame to face him herself!"
Beryl stomped her foot on the ground, her hands clenching into angry fists. "No! It's not anywhere near
what you said at all! How dare you keep talking about my mother that way?"
Yilia pointed at Berly with her index finger and stared the little kid down with a more angry stare.
"Because I can!" Beryl gave Yilia a more piercing stare as well and exclaimed back, "If there is
someone shameless between you and my mother, then it is obviously you, you shameless, humiliating
woman!" Yilia's nose flared and steam came out from her body. The more she thought about all that
had happened and all that this little spoiled brat said, the more furious she became. She screamed and
threw Beryl's dress angrily on the floor and pulled Beryl by her small left wrist. She raised a hand and
started beating Beryl behind while saying, "You will not only get scolding from me, but you also deserve
to be beat, you brat. You let me lose such a big face today! Oh, the humiliation! Just thinking about it
makes me want to beat you up harder!"
Beryl flinched in pain. Tears started to brim on the sides of her eyes and the only word she could hear
was, "Pa!" - the sound of Yilia's palm hitting her over and over again. Yilia slapped Beryl's fair and
delicate skin so hard that the little girl's body immediately was painted in red finger prints.
Beryl struggled and tried to remove Yilia's hold of her, but she was just not strong enough. She was in
great pain, and the only thing she could do now was toughen up inside, so she shouted, "You don't
have the right to beat me! Stop! This is child abuse!"
Yilia scoffed without stopping and said, "Child abuse? Really? This is discipline, you lying brat. You lied
to me, and you deserve a beating." Beryl bit her lower lip as she felt warm tears roll down her cheeks.
Yilia didn't seem to notice the little girl's reaction and seemed to be enjoying herself at beating the little
girl. It was like she got addicted to it that she beat Beryl harder and harder each time, which was
followed by a string of curses. "Such hateful children! Children who grew up without having
experienced discipline! No one is deserved to be spoiled! I must teach you a lesson, you ungrateful
child!"
Yilia remembered all that these hateful brats had done. Last time, she tried to help a child finding his
parents and ended up being abducted. Today, this child lied to her, which resulted to shame and
humiliation for her part. Children were indeed the most annoying creatures in this world!
Now, all she wanted to do was teach bad children a lesson.
On the other hand, Beryl, who was just a innocent five-year-old little girl, was so spoiled that Emily,
Jacob, and even Sean never dared to lay a hand on her. The people around her wouldn't let her suffer
like this or any other forms of harm as well.
Even Tina never physically hurt Beryl. She only kidnapped the little girl and mentally tortured her.
Everybody did have their own first times for Beryl had never been treated like an animal before.
Because of that, her body became so tender and fragile that as soon as Yilia hit her, her body bruised
over like an apple, full of red and swollen scars. Beryl kept crying in pain, but Yilia ignored her cries, so
Beryl opened her mouth and screamed helplessly, "Aunt, please! Stop hitting me already! It hurts! It
hurts!"
"You liar! You deserve this! Now, stop whining, you brat!"
"I didn't lie! When did I lie? Ow! It hurts!"
There was a knock on the door, which made Yilia stop, her eyes widened in shock.
"Is something wrong? What's going on inside? We can hear cries of help from beside!"
Yilia realized that it was just the neighbors, and Beryl's cries must had drew them over. Beryl felt hope
as her tears fell on the floor like beads of a broken string. She opened her mouth and tried to shout for
help, but Yilia was fast enough to cover Beryl's mouth, muffling Beryl's cries of help.
Yilia turned to face the door and shouted impatiently, "Mind your own business! This kid just deserves
to be disciplined. My kid, you all hear me? I can teach her and beat her especially if she deserves it!"
The neighbors talked outside but couldn't be understood. A sigh seemed to have come from them after
a few moments. "Kids are delicate and precious. You can't hit too hard, or you will regret your own
actions."
"What did I say? I said, mind your own business as I'll mind my own!"
The neighbors slowly scrambled off and believed that it was just a family matter that they couldn't
meddle with. They tried their best to help, but they simply couldn't do anything about family matters.
Beryl gasped and was afraid that her only hope would leave. She bit Yilia's hand sharply, making Yilia
take her hand out, wincing in pain. Beryl wanted to shout for help.
She wanted to keep screaming for help. However, before she could take her chance to cry out, a very
heavy slap fell on her left cheek making her fall on the ground.
Her head throbbed, and her left cheek started to feel warm and swollen. Her ears rang, making her
momentarily deaf. She tasted something metallic at the side of her lips. Her small and delicate lips
popped and started to bleed.
All Beryl could feel now was pain. She was suffering from a new feeling of excruciating pain.
'Why?' she wondered, 'Why was I being treated this way?
What did I do wrong for me to deserve this?'
Yilia checked the windows and confirmed that the neighbors had left. She then walked towards Beryl
and made her stand up so she could smack her head and beat her. Beryl was unfazed like a puppet.
"I just slapped you, and now you play dead on me. What kind of brat do you really think you are for you
don't think that you should be touched and harmed a little?"
As Yilia spoke, she pinched Beryl several times. Her anger turned to jealousy because of Beryl's egg-
like tender skin that was obviously been taken good care of.
At that moment, no matter how much Yilia hurt Beryl, the little girl didn't seem to be affected at all for
there was no more resistance.
After abusing her for such a time, Yilia finally felt bored for Beryl wasn't reacting in pain anymore. She
threw her like a rag doll on the ground.
Closing her eyes, Beryl let herself be thrown on the ground. She lied there on the cold, hard floor,
wearing nothing but undergarments. Her exposed snow-white skin was now covered with blue and
purple bruises and red welts.
Yilia frowned at the sight of Beryl and asked, "Stop playing dead on me. Are you really? You're not
even saying a word."
Her eyes then filled with malice, and she suddenly lifted her foot and stepped down on Beryl's little
hand.
Beryl's eyes immediately opened. She couldn't help but unleash a loud cry of pain. Her big, round eyes
started to fill with tears again, looking like a small animal that had been bullied into a corner.
The more fragile and beautiful something was, the more likely it was to be damaged and destroyed by
malicious people.
At that moment, Yilia's expression turned to confusion. She wondered if she was simply venting her
anger out or contorting to hurt the angelic and pretty little spoiled girl.
Seeing the little girl's pain expression, she finally decided to withdraw her foot. She felt satisfied already
and kicked her on the side before she stormed off to the bathroom, leaving the frail girl behind.
By the time the clock stroke twelve, Yilia was already sounding asleep in her huge and comfortable
bed, while Beryl laid still, shivering on the ground. She kept her empty gaze on the ceiling. She cried for
so long that she had dried her tears out and couldn't even shed one more as she winced in pain.
With great sorrow building inside of her, she wondered why the world was being so cruel to her.
Her mother had asked her to leave her home to find her father, but her father did not even recognize
her at all. Did they all discard her? Did they all let her be treated like this?
She felt greatly abandoned, deceived, and extremely hurt.
Beryl closed her eyes and started to hope for her savior to come and pick her up in this hell hole.
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