Chapter 710 What Are You Playing At (2/2)

”Daddy!” Beryl was so angry that her face turned bright red. Then she shouted loudly, ”How can you do this? And Ancho is not a maid! She is my best friend! You can't treat her in such a rude way!”

”Friend?” Jacob was surprised to hear Beryl defend the scheming maid so fervently and he st

vents and special moments that they had shared throughout Beryl's life.

Time passed quickly, while Beryl was absorbed in Emily's narrative.

After she finished, Beryl stared at her with great suspicion, but she began to wonder if she was really her mom. Surely she must be, for she knew so much about Beryl. She had spoken about things which no one but her mother knew of.

Then Beryl asked in confusion, ”But why are you suddenly so young?”

Emily explained, ”Because a very bad man injected a kind of medicine into my body. This special medicine made me become this way. So this is why you can't recognize me. Beryl, what can I do to make you believe me? Even if you don't believe me, you still believe your father, don't you?”

Beryl was utterly confused, but she replied, ”I don't know. I need some time to think...” Beryl became lost in her thoughts. However, at this pivotal moment, Ancho suddenly burst into the room and asked, ”Miss Beryl, Miss Beryl! How are you? Is there anything wrong? I'm here if you need anything.” In order to prove that she cared for Beryl greatly, Ancho nervously hugged her tightly as soon as she came reached her.

It was as if she thought Emily was a kind of monster that would do something to hurt the child.

Those who didn't know the truth would think that Ancho was in fact Beryl's mother.

It was so ironic and utterly ridiculous to act in such a way right in the face of Beryl's real mother, but Emily had to admit that it stung. It was painful to see another woman being that close to her child.

Emily asked, ”Miss Ancho, what are you doing now?”

”Sorry, I...I just care about Miss Beryl so much...”

Ancho tightened her lips and answered, ”I have taken care of her since she was little. It is inevitable that she greatly relies on me, and she might feel unsafe without me...”