Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 297

"Yoselin, no need to be scared, I'm with you," Yasmine comforted her, placing a hand over Yoselin's eyes. She gently guided her to the bed. "Just relax..."

With Yasmine's gentle care, Yoselin finally drifted into a peaceful sleep. However, within minutes, she awoke again, but this time her mind was clear. Once composed, she glanced over at Yonas and Nathan.

"Bro, Grandpa, Yasmine, you're all here? And Irene, you too?" Yoselin exclaimed happily, as if she had completely forgotten

the recent events.

Nathan gave Yasmine a thoughtful look. He had consulted many psychologists for Yoselin, yet none had an effect quite like Yasmine's.

There was an unexplainable trust that Yoselin felt around Yasmine, a trust that calmed her the moment she saw her.

Yasmine gently said, "I came to see how you're doing."

"Yasmine," Yoselin said, glancing nervously at Irene. She knew all too well about the ties between Yasmine, frene, and Yonas. 'But what brought them all home together?' Curious and puzzled, she looked at her brother, whose eyes hinted at a deep, complex inquiry. Nathan snapped out of his thoughts and smiled warmly at Irene. "Irene, glad you could make it! How about we share a cup of coffee?"

He took a moment to size up Yasmine, Ms. Sanchez, giving her a slight nod in acknowledgment.

Yoselin followed Yasmine closely as they walked into the living room. The room exuded an antique charm, likely a personal project of Nathan's making.

an aromatic rosewood case. "Ms. White, Ms. Sanchez, you're in for a treat. This is Matthew's last box of prized coffee

at Irene with a unique

gentle coffee aroma floated in the air. Yasmine thought she'd smelled

coffee. Her every motion was filled with elegance, and her technique flowed like

room. Irene carefully poured the coffee into the cups, naturally offering

outsiders." She implied that she considered herself part of the

said casually, "Yoselin, if you want to drink it, there'll be plenty more chances later." Yasmine's eyes flashed coldly when Yoselin put her cup down, and surprisingly, Nathan didn't say a thing this time. "Yonas, my grandpa's been asking about you. When are you coming over again?"

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thinking the coffee Irene made was really good. Nathan glanced at Yasmine, saying, "Ms. Sanchez, come

He was struck by her impressive demeanor, noting she had a similar aura to Yonas. Even in front of him, she showed no fear. Leisurely, he said, "Yoselin seems to lean on Ms. Sanchez quite a lot." "Nathan, is there something you'd like to discuss with me?" Yasmine asked with

measured tone, "You're clever, and Yoselin depends on and trusts you, but it doesn't completely wipe away my worries. Not long ago, all your affairs exploded online, and now everyone in South City knows that before Teresa's suicide, she only left

Yasmine said, "Nathan, I didn't expect you to ask such a naive question. Teresa's case is crystal clear. If I truly made any mistakes, the whole psychology community would have held me accountable. As for those who are blind to the

aback by her response; his eyes fixed on Yasmine,

but simply being interesting might

shook her head. "Nathan, I've never thought about being with Yonas. Besides, isn't Irene the one you really want for him? I've got nothing to do with

Sanchez residence really can't compare to the White family. I've known Irene her whole life, so I know her well. But I stay

paused, unsure of what Nathan was getting at. She expected the usual: an offer to take money and leave his grandson or