Chapter 6
Over those three days. Carl took Whitney to hike the snowy mountains. and visit Muskoka Lake.
Each time they went somewhere, Whitney would upload sweet photos. of her and Carl to Facebook. Jasmine couldn’t help but see them. After glancing through the posts, she quietly blocked Whitney’s account.
When the two returned, Jasmine was eating breakfast. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Whitney walk in, holding a panting, Rottweiler on a leash.
Whitney smiled brightly. “Ms. Mendoza, Carl bought it for me. Isn’t he adorable?”
Jasmine’s face instantly turned pale. Terrifying memories she had long buried came rushing back. She stared at Carl in disbelief. “You let her bring a dog back?”
Carl looked annoyed, thinking she was overreacting. “The doctor said having a pet would help Whitney get better. This one is trained. It won’t hurt anyone.”
He knew that Jasmine was afraid of dogs.
He had once seen her covered in bites from a full–grown Rottweiler. Since then, even well–behaved dogs could make her panic. Just the sight of one was enough to shake her to the core. And now, he had chosen to reopen that wound for Whitney.
Noticing Jasmine’s reaction, Whitney put on a pitiful expression.
“Sorry. Carl. I didn’t know Ms. Mendoza was scared of dogs. Maybe I should just move out. My condition isn’t serious anyway. As long as I take my meds. I won’t think of harming myself.”
Carl immediately snapped, “Don’t say that! I won’t let you live alone. It’s not safe.”
Then he turned to Jasmine and said coldly, “If you’re that scared, just stay in your room.
She was the hostess of the house, yet she was being treated like she didn’t belong. She couldn’t even say no.
It didn’t matter anymore. She’d be gone in just two days.
Jasmine turned and headed upstairs. A little while later, Whitney came in with the Rottweiler. There was a cold, twisted smile on her face. “Jasmine, Carl doesn’t want you, but you still hang around. If I were you, I’d be too embarrassed to live.”
When Jasmine saw the dog, she instinctively stepped back, trying to stay calm. “I’ll be gone soon.”
Whitney raised an eyebrow, surprised by her response. She laughed, flicking the leash in her hand. “You? Give up that easily? It doesn’t matter if you mean it or not.
“You’re not getting that chance.”
Right after saying that, Whitney let go of the leash.
The Rottweiler sprang toward Jasmine and bared its teeth.
