Chapter 3
Jasmine went to the emergency room to get her injuries treated.
The doctor who was bandaging her wound let out a sharp breath when he saw how bad the cut was. “How did you end up with such a serious wound? It’s deep and needs to be cleaned. There’s no way to numb it, so you’ll have to tough it out.”
As the alcohol touched the wound, a sharp pain surged through Jasmine’s body. Her face twisted in agony. Just then, an arm appeared in front of her, and a calm voice came from above. “Bite me if it hurts.”
Without thinking, she clamped down hard, and blood seeped from her lips.
The doctor gasped in shock. “Dr. Sinclair, what are you doing?”
Carl simply waved him off. “She doesn’t handle pain well. Let her bite down to distract herself.”
The moment Jasmine recognized his voice, her body froze, and she quickly let go.
Seeing the bloody marks left behind, her mind was flooded with
memories.
In truth, Carl hadn’t always been distant.
She could still recall the year she first moved into the Sinclair’s manor. There was an empty spot in the backyard where she wanted to grow jasmine flowers. But no matter what she did, the plants never survived.
Eventually, she turned to Carl.
“Mister. I can’t seem to grow jasmine. Can you help me?”
He had turned her down sternly, and she went to bed feeling discouraged. But the next morning, she saw that jasmine seeds were scattered all over the garden. When spring came, the flowers were in full bloom.
Later, Carl even found a way to keep them green all year round.
“I’ll take you home once I’ve seen my last patient,” Carl said, taking the agreement from Jasmine’s hands. She didn’t react until she felt her hands were empty.
The doctor had finished cleaning and stitching her wound. There were eight stitches in total.
Staring at the signed document, Jasmine mumbled, “Aren’t you going to check? What if it’s a property transfer agreement?”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Carl replied with certainty.
Then why didn’t he trust her carlier?
Jasmine didn’t dare ask. She didn’t want to embarrass herself.
After getting the signed divorce agreement, she didn’t wait for Carl. She took a taxi to the law office alone and handed the documents to the lawyer.
“Ms. Mendoza, we’ll take care of everything. Even if you leave the country, the divorce won’t be affected.”
Hearing that, Jasmine paid the fee without hesitation.
Opter 3
Later, when she returned home, Carl followed soon after, clearly upset. “I told you to wait at the hospital. Why’d you come back on your own?”
Jasmine didn’t feel like talking. “I was tired. So I left first.”
He didn’t press her. Instead, he handed her a package. “I went out of my way to get your favorite pastry.”
Truthfully, Jasmine never liked pastries or sweets–Carl did. So his favorites became hers.
But she said nothing. She took a bite and quickly lost her appetite.
As she turned to head upstairs, her vision blurred. The surrounding environment spun around her. Looking at Carl in horror, she collapsed.
