★★★★★“Father has been moved to Star Hospital for private care,” Layla announced, her voice deliberately even as she concealed her true emotions. “No one is allowed to visit without our explicit permission.”Jasmine’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Are you suggesting that I’m not included in that restriction?”Layla maintained her composed facade, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Oh, not at all, dear sister. I wouldn’t dream of excluding you. However, before you come here with your pretense of concern, I suggest you consider contributing financially for Father’s care. My mother and I have shouldered the burden of his expenses and arrangements. If you genuinely have any sympathy, it’s time to prove it. Otherwise, save us the pretense of your emotional displays.”Jasmine’s face flushed with a mix of anger and hurt. “So now you question my sincerity? I’ve always cared about Father, even if you think otherwise.”Layla’s gaze was icy, her tone unyielding. “Caring isn’t about words. It’s about
★★★★★ “Paul, why are you bringing this up now? What’s the reason for returning it?” Jasmine’s interest was immediately piqued. Her tired face instantly brightened up. Paul’s voice remained calm but firm. “It’s a matter I believe needs to be settled face-to-face. Let’s arrange a time to meet. When can you make yourself available?” Jasmine paused, recalling the letter her father had mentioned regarding the jewelry he gave to Paul. Her curiosity and concern prompted her to agree. “Alright, I’m heading to the café nearest to my house. I’ll send you the address. Please come quickly.” “Understood,” Paul replied. Jasmine ended the call and quickly sent him the café’s location. The café’s proximity to her home and its public setting eased her mind about safety concerns. Just as she finished, another call came through from Damon. Jasmine hesitated, weighing whether to answer. When he called again, she decided to pick up. “Hello?” she said, attempting to keep her tone neutral. “Where are
★★★★★Jasmine leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Paul. "It doesn’t matter," she said with a hint of impatience, her voice firm. "Since I need something from you, I suppose I have no choice but to wait. But tell me, Paul," she leaned forward, her tone sharp as a knife, "why have you suddenly become so generous, offering it to me now? Or is there some kind of deal you want to strike?"Paul shifted uncomfortably, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair as he tried to find the right words. "I know I've made mistakes—many of them," he began, but Jasmine swiftly cut him off."Ah-ah," she interjected, raising a hand to silence him. "I don't have time to hear a confession. What I want to know is about the jewelry my father gave you. That’s all."Paul felt a pang of disappointment at her brusque tone, but he forced himself to remain calm. "I told you once that your mother’s belongings were in my possession," he reminded her, his voice measured. "And back
★★★★★ "Why wouldn’t she confide in me?" Damon said, his voice smooth but with an underlying edge. "I’m closer to her than you ever were." He paused, leaning in slightly, his eyes narrowing as he continued, "And let me make one thing clear—if you keep pushing her to meet with you, it won’t end well for your company. A few days ago, your father sought me out. I believe he was concerned, afraid that your actions might provoke me to retaliate against your business. Given his age, he’s wise enough to see the potential fallout. Maybe you should take a lesson from him." With that, Damon pulled a chair close to Jasmine, settling into it with an air of unshakable confidence. He turned to her, his tone softening slightly as he asked, "Why are you here, Jasmine? What’s going on?" Jasmine glanced at Paul before responding, her voice steady but with a touch of hesitation. "He told me he would return my mother’s jewelry—the pieces my father entrusted to him." Damon let out a low, mocking chu
★★★★★ "So, you’re lying to me now just to meet your ex-flame?" Damon’s voice was laced with mockery, his gaze fixed on Jasmine as she admired the necklace she had just reclaimed. Jasmine shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips as she carefully placed the jewelry back into her bag. "You wouldn’t have let me come if I’d told you the truth," she replied with a hint of defiance. "Besides, weren’t you right here with me the entire time? I can’t believe you were stalking me." Damon’s expression softened slightly, though his tone remained serious. "I care about your safety, Jasmine. And as your boyfriend, I think I deserve to know what’s going on." Jasmine rolled her eyes playfully. "You’re getting clingy, Damon. And a bit of a stalker, too." Damon’s lips quirked into a smirk as he leaned in closer. "Clingy, huh? I was waiting for you at your house, and you had the nerve to tell me you were in the parking lot. How could I not follow you? I had to make sure you weren’t up to som
★★★★★"Damon, what is the meaning of this?" Cindy’s voice rang out, echoing through the grand hallway as she stormed into the dining room where Damon and Dante were having breakfast. Her eyes flashed with fury as she approached the table, her hand shaking as she slammed a stack of papers in front of Damon. "How could you do this to me? The moment Grandfather falls ill, you decide to take advantage, doing whatever you please. What have I ever done to deserve this?" Her voice broke, the anger giving way to a deep hurt that she struggled to contain.Damon looked up from his plate, his expression calm, almost indifferent as he sliced through a piece of bacon. "I've noticed some rather unusual transactions from your account, Cindy," he said coolly, barely glancing at the papers she had thrown down. "Large sums of money being transferred to someone I don’t recognize. I’m not interested in asking you where, or why, but as of now, you’re not authorized to make any further transfers. With Gran
★★★★ Cindy’s face crumpled, the weight of Damon’s words striking her like a physical blow. "You can’t just strip me of my identity, Damon. This name, this family—it’s all I have left. How can you be so heartless?" "You should be glad I’m not heartless," Damon replied curtly, his tone cutting through the air like a knife. "Otherwise, your situation would be far worse. The wealth you’ve been given should be enough to keep you comfortable for the rest of your life, but understand this—I don’t want you anywhere near me or my son ever again." Cindy’s breath caught in her throat, disbelief washing over her. "What? No... I can’t leave. I love you and Dante. I won’t go anywhere. I’ve sacrificed too much for this family. This is my life, Damon." "You never loved Great Grandpa," Dante interjected, his young voice shaking with anger as he finally spoke up. He turned to Cindy, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and resentment. "And you could never truly love us. If you ever try to hurt my real
★★★★★"Mom, why can’t I go with you to see Grandfather?" Payne asked, trailing behind her mother, her small hand tugging at her sleeve. "Since he’s not staying in the house anymore, there shouldn’t be a problem with me talking to him, right?"Jasmine paused, turning to face her daughter. Her innocent eyes searched hers, filled with a longing she couldn’t easily dismiss. She knelt down to her level, her voice gentle yet firm as she explained, "Sweetheart, I can’t be sure if Grandfather is in a condition to speak right now. He’s very unwell, and it might be hard for you to see him like that.""But if he can talk, you’ll take me next time? Promise?" Payne’s voice was a mix of hope and insistence, her young heart determined to see his grandfather.Jasmine smiled softly as she said, "Yes, Payne. If Grandfather is well enough, I promise I’ll take you with me next time.""Alright," Payne murmured, her voice tinged with disappointment. She sank into the couch, curling her legs beneath her. "T