Jasmine begged to her father

"Dad, please I'm begging you to stop being so cruel toward my mother. She will die if the therapy is not started soon," Jasmine begged, kneeling on the chilly marble floor. Despite her efforts to conceal her tears, her watery face revealed the intense feelings she was experiencing as a result of her father's carelessness.

Ever since Ronald fell in love with Kesha, Jasmine's mother became a constant source of annoyance for him. However, he found himself unable to evict her from the house due to the property she owned, which was now under his ownership.

"Well, this is your mother's faith, which I believe God bestowed to her because he, too, believes she is useless. I am not going to spend a penny on her. If you want to live with us, I need you to treat that woman the way I do. She might be your mother, but trust me, she's a snake. You know nothing about her," Ronald stated as he lay on the couch, watching TV. At that moment, a mother and her daughter entered the hall carrying shopping bags.

"Oh, now I see why I can smell dreadful rotting trash in the home," Kesha exclaimed, staring at Jasmine on the floor with distaste.

"Mom, are you calling my adorable step-sister trash?" Layla giggled as she hurriedly approached Jasmine with an excited smile, "Tell me something amazing about my nails since they are expensive!" Layla pressed Jasmine to speak, despite her obvious distress.

The awful thing was that she was aware of the reason behind Jasmine's return to the residence.

When her destitute mother became ill, she took her out of the house and promised never to return.

"Dad, please!" Jasmine pled with a broken heart, oblivious to the abuse she was receiving.

"Did you not hear what I asked, Jasmine?" Layla said, grabbing Jasmine's chin and forcing her to concentrate on her nails while ignoring the pain in Jasmine's chin.

"Ah, Layla, you are hurting me!" Jasmine moaned in agony as she sought to free her chin from Layla.

Kesha moved up and addressed Jasmine, wearing her vicious mask.

"Did not you pledge that you would never return to this house? You were so arrogant, and even called me a mistress," Kesha's eyes blazed with anger.

"If I may say so, this was not your mother's fault. Yes, she was working here, but the food she was receiving was wonderful. I truly believe that it is you who is to blame for your mother's failing health." Kesha replied, laying her hand on her daughter's shoulder, who let go of Jasmine's chin and moved to her father.

Jasmine listened to Kesha and swallowed her insult with tears in her eyes.

"Dad, you know I did two modeling shots today, and they said I am fantastic for theater, and I am confident that if I get a role in a movie, I will achieve tremendous success," Layla chimed with a big grin before giving mocking look at Jasmine because it was Jasmine who proclaimed her wish to be an actress, which then became her passion.

"My faith in you will never wane. I do not need anybody to suggest that one day you will become a renowned actress in the movies and people would queue up outside of our house to obtain your autograph," Ronald brushed Layla's hair affectionately before taking the beer bottle from the table, entirely ignoring the other girl on the floor, who was own blood.

"Oh, Dad! You are the best!" Layla said, hugging her papa tenderly.

"Why are not you listening to me, Dad?" Jasmine shrieked as she sprang up from the floor, her bloodshot eyes screaming with wrath.

"Keep your voice low, Jasmine!! I do not detest you, but I despise your mother to the core. As long as you are willing to leave her side, I will hold you in my arms, just like Layla. Throw that wretched lady in the gutter, and you will get the finest life you deserve," Ronald firmly stated.

"You are a monster, Ronald!" Jasmine said anger in her eyes burning like wildfire,

"I do not have the money to treat my mother; otherwise, this is the last place I would come to beg, but I have mistaken." With each word spoken, the intensity of her anger grew, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.

"See Ronald, I warned you that we had not seen the actual face of this girl; now look, you did not listen to me," Kesha remarked, approaching her husband, but inside she was smirking maniacally.

This is what she wanted because Ronald still had feelings for Jasmine, which she detested. As a result, she was looking for a method to make Ronald detest this girl as much as he despised her mother.

Ronald put the beer bottle on the table and stood up, shouting at Jasmine, "You do not deserve to be my daughter; get out of this house right away. If your disgusting mother dies, I will pay for her burial.”

Jasmine wiped her tears with the back of her palm and took a deep breath before saying, "If I and my mother survive, I promise you that in the future I will put you and your family to knees."

Jasmine turned around and walked for the door, the sound of her footfall echoing the rage coursing through her veins.

"How could she insult my father? He did everything he could to make her life better, but she, ArghI can't stand it," Layla snarled, charging toward the door, determined to smack Jasmine for satisfaction.

"Layla, don't!" Kesha tried to stop her daughter, but Layla would not listen.

But when Layla went out the door, she noticed a black car stopped in front of the gate. It was Paul, Jasmine's ex-boyfriend. She was the reason they broke up because she wanted Paul for herself.

"I saw Jasmine leave. Where did she go!? I need to talk to her!" Paul said.

Layla started sniffing when she heard Paul and added, "My sister had come to seek money for drugs. She kicked up a fuss and departed after we denied it."

"What? When did she start using drugs? Paul confusingly asked.

"We hid this from you because we did not want to tarnish her picture in your mind, but she has been on narcotics for a long time." Layla sniffled and looked down at her feet.

"Oh, Paul! Please, be mine!" Layla thought.