Chapter 1075 Back To Tyrone Mansion (2/2)

Finally, Jacob decided to open the door. He was almost certain that if he didn't open the door, Emily would continue standing outside forever.

”You are late.”

Everything had gone as Jacob had expected.

He opened the door and Emily didn't move a muscle. She stood there, exactly as he had seen her from his vantage point on the second floor.

”Sorry about that,”

Emily replied, but she was still quietly staring at her shoes. Her voice was flat and emotionless

ir come away from her head and stick to her hands. She rubbed it between her fingers before letting it go, but, of course, it stuck to her wet hands. Somehow, tears filled her eyes, and she breathed faster as she felt panic descend on her.

The lock of hair was now scrunched up into a big ball. It almost covered her whole hand!

Her mouth closed into a thin, trembling line. Emily put her fingers in her hair and pulled more of the locks from her head. She had only realized now that her beautiful black hair had somehow turned dry and messy, like bundles of straw.

Emily didn't know what had happened. She stared at her falling hair in great shock, and a bald patch showed where the locks had fallen from.

All of a sudden, she tossed her hair back and violently turned on the tap. She went into a mad panic, washing her hands with the running water. After seeing all the hair in her hand washed down the drain, she finally felt better.

Slowly, Emily released her breath, exhaling through clenched teeth. She started to try and convince herself with hypnosis.

She explained to herself that her hair was falling out because she hadn't been sleeping well. She was feeling too much pressure, and that was why her hair had turned dry. Emily told herself it would grow back once she established a better sleep pattern.

She resisted her impulse of combing her hair by raking her fingers through the once-lush locks. Instead, she continued cleaning Jacob's clothes, hardly scrubbing the fabric. Her eyes turned to a morbid rabbit red. Emily didn't notice her own reflection in the mirror. If she had, she would have seen that she was only skin and bones. Her face was pale, and she had dark circles beneath her eyes, which were sunken because of her sickly state. She looked particularly frail.