Chapter 401 Please, I Am Begging You (1/2)

Emily and Jacob couldn't gather any useful information from Beryl about what had happened, but they learned a lot from the maidservant and what she said to them broke their hearts.

”Tina is a wretched woman! Even a savage animal's viciousness fell short to Tina's!” Every cell in Emily's body wanted to tear Tina into pieces. Beryl was so young that the sufferings must have left a huge scar in her mind!

Jacob said, in an icy cold tone, ”We should call a psychologist for Beryl. She will need help to deal with her traumatic experiences.”

Emily nodded in agreement. While Jacob tried to contact the psychologist, she went to look for Beryl.

Ever since Beryl came back home, she locked herself in her room and refused to go out or talk to anyone else. Dull and glum were not suitable characteristic traits for little Beryl.

She avoided talking to others when she could. Emily was worried that Beryl's condition would get worse so she left her alone.

However, Beryl's mood became worse as she was always so silent and gloomy.

”Knock, Knock, Knock” Emily knocked at Beryl's door and said, ”Beryl, mommy is coming in.”

Unsurprisingly, there was no response.

Emily opened the door and cautiously walked in, slowly getting closer to Beryl sitting on the ground. Only God knew how much she wanted to embrace the little girl. The joy of regaining a long-lost treasure was totally doused by Beryl's condition.

Emily's daughter had come back to her, but she wasn't the same person she once was.

”Beryl... Beryl, would you like to come out and play with mommy?” asked Emily. Her voice was shaking with sadness, but she tried her best to hide her feelings.

Although they were going to call a psychologist, Emily wanted to take this opportunity to let Beryl go out for a walk and breathe the outside air, perhaps then she wouldn't lock herself in her room.

Beryl was looking down at something with a paintbrush in her hand. She was painting a picture.

Instead of answering Emily's question, she suddenly asked, ”Mommy, what do you think of my painting?”

Beryl eagerly showed her painting to her mother. The painting of a bloody ra