A side of Joel’s mouth curled up in a smirk. He stepped out of the car and tossed the car key at one of the guards nearby.
Emily bit her lip as she opened the door. She hopped out of the car on her right foot and reached for her crutch.
‘annoying bastard…’ Emily scrunched up her face and stole a glance at Joel who had almost reached the door. ‘… with fast legs.’ she sneered angrily as she put the crutch under her arm.
She slammed the door shut in annoyance, ‘Too wicked!’.
Almost immediately, the car began to make alar sounds. Emily got back to her senses. She widened her eyes and flinched away from the car. The car was as annoying as the owner.
Joel stopped in his tracks and turned towards the direction of the car.
The maids around stopped in their tracks and stared at Emily.
With a look of guilt plastered on her face, Emily lowered her head, staring at the floor, and allowing her hair fall freely over her face. She looked up after a while and saw that she was still being watched by piercing eyes.
“Mihamnida” she bowed, biting on her lower lip in the process.
(A/N: mihamnida is a formal way of saying I’m sorry.)
The maids removed their gazes from her and went their prospective way.
Emily gritted her teeth and stared back at the floor, looking downcast. Slowly, she began to take steps towards the front door without looking up as she was still very embarrassed.
She shook her head, pouting and still thinking about the drama she caused when she ran into a brick.
“Ahhh..” she hissed in pain and looked up in an instant.
Alas! It wasn’t a brick she ran into, it was a human being-the handsome god. Hastily, she opened her mouth, trying to get a word out of it, but none came.
All she could do was just stare blankly at Joel, who looked like he was going to burst anytime soon.
“Yah…” Joel called quietly but his voice was as cold as ice.
He gazed at her coldly. “Why are you such a ding-a-ling?…”
“… you are clumsy, stupid, poor… why are you even still alive.”
He scoffed, turned back around, and walked into the villa.
Emily stood transfixed on a spot. Joel’s words had hit her deep. She tilted her head to the side, fighting back the tears brimming from her eyes.
‘he’s right… why am I even alive?… dad detests me, my step mum detests me… everyone detests me…’ She lowered her head and let her tears fall freely.
She was still sobbing when she heard a maid run out of the villa, crying.
“Eotteoke?…” a maid cried.
(A/N: eotteoke means what to do, how, and what should I do.)
“Little master is at it again… eotteoke?…” The maid stomped her feet on the floor and ran to the other side of the villa.
Emily hiccuped and shifted her gaze to the door in front of her. She bit on her lower lip as she saw more maids running in different directions. Confused, she quickly stopped a maid as she made to run past her.
“Sorry to disturb you, but please what’s happening?” She asked, sniffing miserably.
“Ahhh, it’s Little Pumpkin. He fainted, again.” the maid rushed out at once.
‘again?…’ Emily furrowed her brows.
“Take me to him, please,” Emily stated.
“Ah, ok.” The maid nodded her head and helped Emily to the lounge.
“Have you called the doctor!?” Joel yelled furiously at the maids around.
“Yes Master,” they reply, shivering in fear.
Whenever there was a problem or an issue, their master would always yell angrily. Plus, it was his little nephew that was dying this time around-there was nothing he wouldn’t do. He could skin everyone alive if he had to.
As soon as Emily and the maid entered the lounge, Emily leaped quickly towards the cute little boy that was lying lifeless on the sofa.
Ignoring everyone in the living room, she dropped her crutch, she sat on the chair and carried the boy, laying him on her laps.
She watched him for a while before muttering something incoherently, “Onion.”
No one heard her. They were all staring at the door, waiting impatiently for the doctor to arrive.
“Gimme onion.” She yelled, looking closely at the boy.
Automatically, everyone turned their head in her direction.
“How… where…” Joel stuttered.
“He’ll die before the doctor arrives. Please get m.” She blurted out.
The maids stared at her, all of them looking stunned. They all stood still, darting their eyes back and forth to their boss and the strange lady as if waiting to get permission from Joel first.
Emily stared desperately into Joel’s eyes. “Tell them to get me an onion!… Trust me!”
As if being controlled, Joel turned to maids.
“Are you nuts?! Are you deaf?!! She said to get her onion!!! Do you all want to lose your jobs!?” He yelled at them furiously.
“If anything happens to Andrew, you are all dead! I’ll feed your bones to the dogs!” He threatened.
The maids shuddered uncontrollably and they all scampered towards the direction of the kitchen. In no time, they arrived with a bowl full of onions and placed it on the floor, beside Emily.
She took one of the onions and bit deep into it without bothering to peel off its skin. She chewed on it and forcefully opened the boy’s mouth with her fingers and then forced the onion in her mouth into his mouth.
She looked up at one of the maids. “Wat…”
And before she even landed, a bowl of water was already in her hand.
She sprinkled the water on his face and chewed on the onion again before spiting the onion into the boy’s mouth again. She did a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and…
“Hugh Hugh!” Little Pumpkin coughed as he regained consciousness.
Emily heaved a sigh of relief and sprinkled water on his face again.
Hastily, Joel carried Little Pumpkin from Emily. “Little Pumpkin are you alright? Huh? Are you okay?”
“Umn.” Little Pumpkin nodded his head weakly.
“Thank God!” Joel sighed and hugged him close to himself.
Right at that moment, Michael rushed into the lounge. “Where is my son?!”
Joel looked at his brother as he approached him. Gently, he handed Little Pumpkin over to him.
Michael gave a little gasp before hugging his son tightly. Little Pumpkin was all he had left. He wasn’t going to lose him.
Joel patted Michael on his back and headed for the staircase. “He’s alright, no need to worry.”
Slowly, Michael sat down with Little Pumpkin on his laps.
Emily smiled as she watched the father and son. She was thankful nothing happened to the boy.
The doctor arrived shortly afterward, he handed some drugs for Little Pumpkin over to his dad and then left after giving him a specific prescription.
After the doctor left, Michael stole a glance at Emily who was now already fast asleep and raised a brow slightly.
He looked up at one of the maids. “Nugu?”
(A/N: nugu here meant who is she)
“Ahhh,..” the maids stared at Emily.
She took her time and explained how Emily had saved Little Pumpkin. After she was done with her explanation, the duo; father and son, stared silently at Emily
“How is she here?” Michal asked the maid, his eyes still glued to the lady sleeping softly on the sofa.
“Master brought her.” The maid bowed.
He looked up at the maid.
“Joel?”
“Nde.” She bowed.
“Alright. You may all leave now.” Michael stated dismissively to the maids.
They all bowed before trooping out of the lounge.
After the maids had left for their various posts, Micha and Little Pumpkin kept staring at the lady on the sofa. After a while, the both of them pouted their lips at the same time, looked at each other, and then shrugged their shoulders.
It was none of their business what Joel had with the lady.
Michael smiled at his son after a short while. “You need to use your drugs.”
“I don’t want to-too bitter.” Little Pumpkin whined.
“Aisshhh. Here we go again…” Michael groaned.
“You need to use them-for your health.” He frowned slightly.
“Nooo.” Little Pumpkin pouted.
He got off his father’s laps and scampered on his feet.
Michael rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what his son was doing-he was trying to get away.
He always ran away whenever he needed to use his medication.
Michael stood up on his feet and ran after his cute son that was scampering around the living room.
He bit his lip as he chased Little Pumpkin. “Come here.”
Little Pumpkin stuck his tongue out and wagged it teasingly at his father. “Ani.”
“If I catch you…” Michael laughed.
He ran swiftly after his son and when he got hold of him, he carried him on his shoulder, towards the chair he was sitting on before.
“Little Pumpkin needs to take his drugs…” Michael singsong.
“Ahh… I don’t want to.” Little Pumpkin groaned.
Michael sat down on the chair and dissolved the first tablet in a spoonful of water.
“Now say ahhh.” He smiled at his son.
“I don’t want it…” Little Pumpkin pushed the spoon away and the medicine poured on his father’s shirt.
Michael scrunched up his face.