Chapter 750

Hayson sat there with an oxygen mask on his face, having recently suffered a stroke. His facial features appeared normal, his hand was frozen in a peculiar position, and he was unable to speak. He could not even eat on his own, and all he could do was sit in a wheelchair.

His little daughter, just three and a half years old, looked strikingly like Jasmine and sat shyly behind her.

Even though four years had passed, Jasmine looked ageless, radiating an even more mature and captivating presence. She was dressed in a dark blue gown decorated with white pear blossom petals, her lips were a soft pink, and her once long hair was now styled in short, loose curls. She also wore a pair of pearl earrings.

Margaret, usually a chatterbox, was notably silent that day.

Jasmine remained as arrogant and prideful as she always had. She said while holding her little daughter's hand, "Madelyn, it's been years since we last met, and you've only grown more beautiful. This is my daughter, by the way—Sam