Loves 3

 

Chapter 3 

I sneered. Too late-I’d already saved the screenshots before speaking. 

Three days later, I was finally discharged. 

Returning to Jack’s villa, I overheard the servants fawning over Deborah: 

“Miss Deborah, the young master dotes on you. He had us prepare your favorite pastries early.” 

“He even personally checked the Herbal Tonic Broth’s temperature, worried it might scald you a 

Deborah beamed until she spotted me, hatred flashing in her eyes. 

Yet she called out sweetly, “Sister Emily! 

“Sister Emily donated blood and corneas for me. How exhausting! Serve her some broth too.” 

Servants covered their mouths, snickering at my appearance. 

“My, hasn’t Madam become a one-eyed warrior after just days away…” 

Ignoring their mockery, I headed upstairs to find Jack and retrieve my parents’ ashes. 

No more mistakes this time. 

Jack wasn’t upstairs, but Deborah comered me in the study. 

“Emily Lopez! How dare you return!” 

“Dare to threaten me with Jack?” 

I tried to leave without engaging. 

She shook a bag containing my parents’ urn, 

her lips curling into a cruel smile: 

“Looking for this?” 

My heart sank as I reached out: 

“Give it. I’ll vanish from your sight. I swear.” 

Deborah’s grin widened at my desperation. 

Deliberately hoisting the bag high, she inched toward the window ledge. 

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“Want it back? 

Why should I trust your promises?” 

My eyes widened in panic: 

“Deborah Clark! What are you doing?” 

She gave a cold laugh and flung the bag outward. 

It arced through the air before plummeting downward. 

“No!” 

My heart froze as I shrieked hysterically. 

I lunged for the window. The urn shattered upon hitting the pool, spraying water everywhere. 

My parents’ ashes were my most cherished possession. 

Darkness clouded my vision; my legs buckled. 

Stumbling downstairs, I dove into the pool. 

But both urns had dissolved-irretrievable. 

I broke down sobbing, utterly helpless. 

Deborah stood poolside, arms crossed, cackling shrilly: 

“Emily Lopez! This is the price for threatening me!” 

Slowly turning, bloodshot eyes blazing with fury. 

I roared, “Deborah Clark! You maniac!” 

I charged, seized her ankle, and dragged her into the water. 

Deborah panicked, screaming “Help!” 

Grabbing her hair, I forced her head underwater. 

“Give my parents back! 

Give them back!” 

Jack rushed over from afar: 

“Emily Lopez! What are you doing?” 

He leaped in, shoved me aside, and hauled the terrified Deborah out. 

I kept screaming wildly: 

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“Deborah! Give them back! Give my parents back!” 

Jack spotted the floating urns and met my despairing gaze, 

swallowing his reprimand. 

Carrying Deborah, he ordered the servants: 

“Take Madam to her room. Don’t let her catch a chill.” 

Jack searched every corner of the villa until dinnertime, but found no trace of me. 

That inexplicable panic washed over me again. 

At that moment, I sat wearily on Aaron’s private jet, heading toward his city. 

My phone vibrated-a message from Jack: 

“Enough is enough with this tantrum. Come back and apologize to Deborah immediately. You scared her half to death!” 

I powered off my phone, tossed it aside, and sank into a deep sleep. 

Late into the night, Jack still hadn’t received any reply from me, his irritation growing. 

Before this, no matter how busy I was, I’d reply to his messages instantly, treating his every command as top priority. 

Deborah nuzzled against his chest and cooed sweetly: 

“Jack, the doctor said the baby’s fine. Why are you still upset?” 

Hearing this, Jack froze. He realized his mind was entirely occupied by thoughts of me. 

He glanced at his phone again-still no messages. A cold snort escaped him. 

Was a woman who clawed her way up the social ladder really worth this much attention? 

Impatiently, he flung his phone to the foot of the bed, pulling Deborah closer to soothe her to sleep. 

Jack deliberately punished me by cutting off all contact over the following days. 

That lasted until Terry returned from abroad for the Garcia Group’s centennial celebration. 

At the airport, Jack led the entire family to welcome Terry home. 

Terry scanned the crowd and asked why I wasn’t present. 

Jack replied calmly: 

“Emily’s being dramatic. Insisted on giving birth overseas-thinks our medical care isn’t good enough.” 

Terry narrowed his eyes: 

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“That doesn’t sound like Emily. Did you bully her again?” 

Jack shrugged: 

“With you backing her, who’d dare? She really did go abroad for the delivery.” 

Terry studied him for a moment but pressed no further, following everyone back to Garcia Manor. 

The Garcia Group’s centennial celebration would commence in three days, gathering San Franci 

ness partners. 

During those three days, Aaron arranged another corneal transplant surgery for me. 

On the eve of the centennial, Aaron looked at my frail form on the hospital bed and asked tenderl 

Just then, another message from Jack arrived: 

“Since you can’t attend tomorrow’s celebration, fine. But don’t forget the congratulatory gift.” 

I lifted my gaze, offering him a faint smile: 

“How about I send Jack a grand gift?” 

Aaron took my hand, smiling as he nodded. 

“Perfect timing. I have something for the Garcias too.” 

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