Emily Thompson stood there, a picture of misery, suppressing her sobs. Jack Dawson, hearing the commotion, glanced over at Emily, only to find her crying with her head down. This sight infuriated him, and he bellowed at her, "Why are you here to cry for everyone to see?!"
His mother, also with a harsh tone, said, "What kind of ghostly appearance are you putting on for whom?! Cant you take a few hits? Our鑿茶彶 has suffered a thousand, ten thousand times more than you ever have!"
Jack, sitting nearby, walked up to Emily, grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, and then warned her viciously, "I told you I dont want to see you putting on this pretentious act. It turns my stomach. Do you feel wronged? Do you have any idea how nauseating it is for me to be in the same space as you?"
The grip on Emilys chin gradually tightened as if he intended to crush her jawbone before letting go. The pain stimulated her tear glands even more, causing tears to roll down her cheeks and onto Jacks hand. It was then that he finally released her.
He wiped his tear-wet hand on Emilys clothes as if he had been soiled by some filth.
Jack threw Emily into the back seat, got in the car, and then sped away from the villa. At that moment, Jacks phone rang. It was Grace Kelly, and he answered it immediately.
"Jack, Im so bored in the hospital. I miss you so much. Can you come pick me up and take me to your house? Ive had a full body check today, and the doctor said its fine for me to be discharged."
"Okay, be a good girl and wait for me at the hospital. Ill be there soon," Jack responded gently and agreed right away.
"Jack, youre so sweet. Ill wait for you here. Hurry up," Grace cooed, her tone completely different from the fierce one she used when talking to Emily. Emily had to admire the level of duplicity one person could possess.
After Jack hung up the phone, Emily, who had been silent all along, said, "If youre going to pick her up, then let me go back to my apartment."
Jack stared at Emily in the rearview mirror and coldly stated, "I hate it when you make decisions on your own. You wont be going back to your apartment until we divorce!"
"Then where do you want me to go?"
Jack: "Go back to my house. Until we divorce, I want you to be at my beck and call! Your passport is in my hands; dont think Ill let you run away like you did a year ago. Dont do anything meaningless."
With that, the car screeched to a halt by the roadside.
Emily hesitated to get out of the car, still hoping, "Would it be easier for you if I were dead?"
Jack scoffed, "Do you think youll be free if you die? Dont think itll be over once youre dead. Think about your parents abroad; your every move will affect them too."
Hearing Jack mention her parents, Emily became afraid: "Dont hurt my parents; Ill do whatever you say!"
"Then get out of my car now!"