Chapter 7
The Rottweiler’s sharp teeth pierced Jasmine’s palm.
A sharp wave of pain surged through her body, causing her to collapse. to the ground as blood spilled everywhere.
The strong scent of blood seemed to excite the dog. It clamped down harder and dragged her across the floor, leaving a long, red trail. The heavy bleeding caused her to lose consciousness.
When she woke up again, she was in a hospital bed with both arms. tightly bandaged. Turning her head, she saw Carl sitting nearby. He quickly reached out to steady her as she tried to sit up.
“Don’t move. I just finished stitching your wounds.”
“Get your hands off me!” Jasmine snapped.
Worried he might upset her, Carl slowly pulled his hands back. “Alright, Jasmine. Don’t get too worked up.”
The memory of what had happened earlier rushed back, making Jasmine tremble.
She tried to stay composed, but her voice still shook. “Whitney let that dog attack me on purpose. I want to report her. Give me your phone.”
Carl gently held her shoulders, speaking softer than usual, “Let’s not go that far, Jasmine. I know you’re hurt, and I’ll make it up to you. Whitney didn’t mean to. She felt so terrible that she almost committed suicide.”
Jasmine stared at him in disbelief. “Do you even realize I nearly died?”
“I do. Didn’t Grandpa always want us to have a baby? Let’s spend the night together.”
Jasmine’s chest felt tight and sore like her heart was being ripped apart.
She bit her lip hard until she tasted blood, suppressing her discomfort.
“What if I say no?” she asked.
Carl seemed to have expected Jasmine’s resistance, showing a cruel smile. “Isn’t your dad dealing with a heart condition? He’ll head back to
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America for surgery soon. I’ll be the one operating on him.”
Unexpectedly, he was using her father’s life to threaten her.
She had no other choice.
Jasmine gave a bitter smile. “Fine.”
Carl grabbed a waiver from the table and passed it to her. Seeing how pale she looked, he softened his tone and said, “I’ll come home early tonight. Wait for me.”
“No need.”
At that point, she had completely lost hope in him and no longer expected anything from him.
But Carl didn’t take her words seriously.
He believed Jasmine cared about him too much to ever truly be upset.
After signing the papers, Jasmine went to handle the discharge process.
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Just then, Whitney showed up in tears, grabbing her hand. “I’m sorry,
Ms. Mendoza. It’s all my fault. If you’re angry, you can hit me or yell at
me.”
Jasmine’s wound still throbbed, and she didn’t want to argue.
But Whitney dug her nails into the injured spot and wouldn’t let go. Jasmine winced from the pain and pushed her away.
She barely pushed her, yet Whitney suddenly fell to the ground, clutching her face and looking heartbroken. “Ms. Mendoza, if that’s not enough, go ahead and kick me again. I’ll take it, as long as you can. forgive me.”
People nearby, unaware of the full story, began criticizing Jasmine.
“Did she just hit someone in public? That girl looks hurt.”
“Poor thing. She must’ve messed with the wrong person.”
Before Jasmine could say anything, someone shoved her from behind.
She slammed into the counter, hitting her wound. Her face turned pale from the pain.
She stayed still for a long time as the ache slowly faded. Then, she turned and saw that the one who pushed her was Carl.
He saw the red mark on Whitney’s face and stared at Jasmine. “What’s wrong with you?
“You know Whitney is dealing with depression. Are you going to keep \pushing her until she commits suicide?”
