Chapter 852

Blake leaned over and kissed Yasmin's damp hair, murmuring hoarsely, "It's almost daybreak. Get some sleep."

His scent overwhelmed her senses. She looked like she had just recalled something, and in the next moment, her stomach churned. Without warning, she leaned over the side of the bed and hurled.

She threw up once, twice—only for her to retch again.

Blake's eyes widened at the sight of this. He looked around for his phone, and upon finding it, made a call to the doctor.

Joel showed up moments later with the therapist in tow, at which point Blake was holding Yasmin's limp figure in his arms. She was quiet and seemingly lifeless, akin to that of a porcelain doll.

Joel froze as Blake ordered, "Tend to her."

With that, Blake left.

The therapist was the one who inspected Yasmin's injuries. When she lifted Yasmin's shirt and found purplish-red marks imprinted on the latter's skin, she gasped.

She immediately told Joel about this, who in turn frowned and headed out the door.

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