Chapter 242 Havent You Had Enough (2/2)

”Emily, please, I beg of you too. Can you stop treating me like that?” Jack pleaded, his voice was filled with sadness, and he continued, ”I know that I am to blame for that night...”

Emily's knuckles went white from clenching her fist too hard, and her hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid. Her face was red with suppressed rage, and when she heard Jack's words, she snapped. She snatched the bag of food from his hands and hurled it out. ”Get out of my sight! I don't want to see your face! You make me sick...” she screamed her lungs out.

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I will do it,” Debby agreed, as she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, and quickly walked over to the door to act as a lookout.

Andrew walked over the Emily's bed, and he watched her face carefully for a few seconds, then he whispered, ”Emily, Emily, are you awake?”

However, there was no response from Emily. Andrew was convinced that she was still asleep, so he proceeded with the plan. With one hand he reached out and grabbed the perfusion tube, and with the other he slowly inserted the sharp needle into the tube...

”What are you doing?” A deafening crescendo came from the door, catching Andrew by surprise. Frightened out of his wits, his entire body jerked and he accidentally dropped the syringe to the floor.

Jack, who had just come back from outside, pushed the door open, shoved Debby aside and rushed to Emily as quickly as he could. Immediately, in less than a second, he pulled out the needle of the perfusion tube from the back of her hand and threw it away.

When Andrew squatted down to pick up the syringe from the floor, a pair of expensive, shiny leather shoes appeared in front of his eyes. Before he could look up, Jack stamped on his hand, stopping him from hiding the evidence.

”What's in the syringe? What did you do to Emily?” Jack asked in a cold voice, his face burning with anger. He quickly pressed the call button near the bed-post, and in less than a minute, a doctor came in. Following Jack's orders, he placed a pad of cotton-wool where the needle had pricked Emily's hand.

”Nothing...” Andrew muttered, trembling like a dry leaf. He hemmed and hawed, trying to hide the syringe, but it was too late. Guilt was written all over his face.

Jack pressed on Andrew's hand even harder and said, ”Tell me! What's in the syringe?”

Andrew had a deathlike pallor on his face, but he refused to say one more word.

At this point, Debby finally responded and rushed over to help Andrew. With a tone of reproach in her voice, she said, ”Jack, how can you treat Andrew like that? He is Emily's father!”