A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

Chapter 1429 Make Trouble

Jacob's hands were still full of detergent foam. However, he was careful not to stain Emily's clothes as he put his arms around her. "I'm so happy that I can't control myself. Emily, my Emily...I love you so much," he said, smiling from ear to ear.

Emily felt her heart soften. She gazed at him lovingly and said, "This is the good news. But there is an even better news. Do you want to hear it?"

Jacob gazed back at her, his eyes narrowing a little as he playfully faked confusion. "How is that possible? How can there be news that's better than this? This is the best news for me!"

Emily giggled and told Jacob about her plan to set up a foundation for people suffering from depression.

Suddenly worried, Jacob frowned and said, "It's not difficult to set it up, but you've just recovered from a serious illness. Won't you be too tired? I don't want you to wear yourself out."

Emily hated it when her husband worried about her, so she looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I'm fine."

Then, she learned in and kissed his lips, hoping that it would reassure him.

Slowly losing his head because of the kiss, Jacob swallowed hard. His arms wrapped around her tighter, not wanting to let her go. His wife's face had always been a silent allure for him. She was lovely and beautiful, and he'd never been able to resist her charms. He kissed her back fiercely, pulling her closer to him.

It was not difficult to set up a fund organization with enough money and talents, but there were still trivial details to attend to that took up most of Emily's time.

"The free clinic will open at nine o'clock tomorrow and close at five o'clock in the afternoon. The venue and the personnel have already been arranged." On the other end of the phone was Taylor's confident voice. "Will you come tomorrow?"

"I don't have anything to do tomorrow. I'll be there in the morning," Emily replied. She still had a lot of work to do, including monitoring the status of all the work that was yet to be completed. She flipped through the schedule and asked, "Is the pamphlet for raising awareness on depression ready?"

"Of course, they are getting printed now. I will send them to the venue overnight," Taylor replied.

"That's good," Emily said as she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she added, "Thank you all for your hard work these days. Tomorrow evening, after the medical treatment, I will treat you to dinner!"

Taylor chuckled on the phone. "Well, then I must eat a lot of expensive food!"

After hanging up the phone, Emily sighed again. She rubbed her eyes, which were sore from tiredness, and looked up at Jacob, who stared at her pitifully.

Stunned, Emily asked, "What's wrong?"

In an upset tone, Jacob said, "Well, my wife has been doing a lot of work recently. She's even busier than me these days."

Emily hesitated and, with furrowed eyebrows, asked, "Are you unhappy about that?"

Jacob frowned. "Why would I be unhappy? My wife is doing a great public service. The internet is buzzing with the news, and even the company's stock has risen several percentage points," he said.

However, Emily didn't buy it. "Tell me the truth," she said helplessly.

"You think I'm not telling the truth? Come here, see how others have praised you," Jacob said as he spread out a newspaper in front of Emily. The front page was a huge report about the foundation newly established by her.

Jacob pointed at the article and said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "'Kind, kind person, ' 'living Bodhisattva, ' 'Buddha in the flesh.' My wife is really great!"

How could Emily not hear the sourness in her husband's voice? It was all around him like an aura. "Tell me, what's wrong?" she prompted again with a sigh.

Jacob snorted. "My wife is so busy right now. She is a successful woman! How can you have time to care about me?" he whined, his voice sounding like that of a child wanting to get his parents' attention.

Emily's patience was growing thin. "If you don't tell me what's wrong now, I won't talk to you anymore," she said. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Feeling defeated, Jacob looked at her and said, "You haven't cooked for me for more than 10 days..."

Indeed, she had been busy with the fund organization these days and neglected Jacob, but it was only now that she realized it. She almost hadn't even realized how many days had passed because of all the work that she had had to do. Her heart softened and she replied, "I'm sorry, I'll cook for you later."

Jacob frowned and added, "You haven't gone out with me in more than 10 days."

"After the free clinic tomorrow, I'll spare two days to spend with you," she replied.

Sure that there was more that Jacob wanted to say, she waited patiently. "And... We... We haven't..." Jacob began to speak, but he suddenly stopped.

"What? Can you finish your sentence?" she asked, confused and a little impatient.

Jacob licked his lips with an expectant look on his face. He said slowly, "Honey, we haven't made love in more than 10 days..."

Emily's face went red and she shouted, "Get out!"

In the CEO Office of the KING Group

"Emily..." After reading the contents of the newspaper, Darren sneered, "Jacob and Emily should be very proud now, right?"

Harlan made a cup of coffee for Darren and told him the truth hesitantly. "Emily's foundation for depression seems to be a success. The feedback on the internet is very good."

Darren narrowed his eyes. "Really?" His grip on the newspaper tightened, and his dark eyes were filled with rage. "It seems that they have a free clinic tomorrow."

Harlan was shocked that Darren was aware of this and couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to..."

"They are so proud. How can I not add fuel to the fire?" Darren said, throwing the newspaper on the table. Enraged, he told Harlan to come closer and instructed him to do something.

"Do you understand?" he asked.

"Got it," Harlan replied. Although he had a bit of hesitation in his heart, he didn't let it show on his face. He listened in silence and stood still.

Darren looked at him and asked, "Do you have any other questions?"

"No, no," Harlan quickly replied after hesitating for a moment. Looking at Darren's bloodshot eyes, he couldn't help saying, "Boss, health is the most important thing. You should also take care of yourself."

Enraged, Darren frowned and his face suddenly turned dark. He said coldly, "It's none of your business!"

"I..." Harlan wanted to say something more, but he had to swallow it when he saw Darren's cold eyes. "Okay, I see," he added.

After the foundation for depression was established, it hosted several seminars and raised awareness about depression. This was the first time that public seminars about depression had been held in the country. Emily paid special attention to it and arrived at the venue early the second day.

The person in charge led Emily to inspect the venue.

"All patients are registered online. We have checked the identity information of each patient and given everyone a patient card. Anyone with a patient card can receive treatment here.

This is how all the wards look. Each patient gets a separate ward." The person in charge opened the door to one of the wards and said, "Miss Emily, the room is decorated according to your instructions."

The walls were painted warm pink, and the room was bright and clean. There were beautiful flowers and plants—some on the table and some large enough to be put on the ground in the corner. There were also a few baby pillows on the sofa, which would make anyone feel comfortable.

Emily looked around and took in all the details of the room. She nodded with satisfaction and commented, "Very good. You are so thoughtful." The room looked accommodating enough and it made her feel welcome, which was what she wanted.

The person in charge continued to give Emily a tour of the facility. "This is where we'll have the event for raising awareness on depression and how people try to cope with it. We've specially invited a famous domestic psychologist to give a speech. The free clinic has not started yet, but patients and their families who arrived early have been brought here to learn about the illness."

It was still early and there weren't many people in the hall yet. Emily looked around and didn't see Taylor. "Where is Dr. Tang?" she asked.

"Dr. Tang has gone to pick up the guest speaker," the person in charge replied. Then, he looked at his watch. "She set out about half an hour ago. She should be back soon."

Emily nodded. "Don't forget to tell me when Dr. Tang gets back," she said.

"Get out of my way! Why are you stopping me?"

Suddenly, there was a noise at the gate. Emily looked up and saw a plainly dressed man rushing into the hall. However, he was stopped by a staff member.

"Sir, please show me your medical card. The free clinic hasn't begun yet. You can wait in the hall. Thank you for your cooperation," the staff member said, trying to calm the man down and pacify the situation.

"What kind of medical card? I don't have it!" he said, raising his voice enough for everyone in the hall to hear. "I'm sick! I have depression! Aren't you holding a free clinic? Why can't you let me see a doctor?" the man shouted aggressively, interrupting the staff.

Emily knew that she had to step in before things worsened. Frowning slightly, she walked over and asked, "Sir, don't you have a medical card?"

As soon as the man saw that Emily was dressed in an extraordinary way, he believed that she was the person in charge. He said arrogantly, "I learned about your free clinic on the internet. Aren't you supposed to be doing charity? How can you not allow me to see a doctor just because I don't have a medical card?"