His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 118

"It's okay, Anne. Ms. Yates is really kind-she won't mind at all. Just relax."

Jasmine reached out to gently pat Anne's head.

Due to chemotherapy, Anne had lost all her hair and always wore a soft pink hat whenever she went out. Jasmine knew how much that hat meant to her-it was a gift from Lucas, and she treasured it deeply.

A wave of sadness tightened Jasmine's chest, and her eyes welled up. Her hand lingered in the air for a moment before it settled on Anne's hat.

"Don't worry, Anne. Ms. Yates will do everything she can to help Lucas."

"Okay." Anne's anxious expression softened, revealing a bright, grateful smile. "Thank you, Ms. Jasmine, and thank you, too, Ms. Yates!"

Listening from the driver's seat, Tessa let out a quiet sigh.

Sometimes, fate felt unbearably cruel.

Why did misfortune always seem to find those who were already suffering?

With her deep empathy for others, Tessa felt her chest tighten as she absorbed Anne's story, her eyes beginning to shimmer with unshed tears.

After taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned toward the backseat. "Jasmine, could you help Anne with her seatbelt?"

"Of course."

...

both in the same hospital, a modest public facility where the small room was cramped with four

the temperature to plummet.

senses. The man closest to the door hadn't bathed in days, and the stench was enough to

she pushed through the discomfort and followed Anne further

room.

up against his pillow. His eyes were fixed on the window, watching the autumn

Lucas," Anne

at the sound of her voice.

with a faint smile.

It was a lie.

entire morning sneaking out of the hospital to seek Jasmine's help and hadn't had time to

let Lucas

you're here too,"

turned to Tessa. He hesitated for

our firm. You can call her

him with

Granger. I've

your situation

over the details. I can

from your former employer."

swnów

discomfort, his voice wavering slightly.

Ms. Yates, but I don't have the money to pay for

I'm just scraping by with my medical bills. I really don't