Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 487 Say I Love You

What Callum meant was that it was her who didn't want to go, and he had nothing to do with it.

Jasmine couldn't respond anymore as she kept sobbing into her hands.

"Okay, don't cry. Your grandpa will come and pick you up in a second." Elspeth couldn't help but pity her as she watched on from the side. So, she took out tissues and passed them to the crying woman before her.

Jasmine immediately slapped her hand away. "I don't need your help."

Callum looked at her and said coldly, "I knew it. I should've beaten you unconscious before I tied you up."

Jasmine didn't know how to feel after listening to his heartless words.

Nonetheless, he didn't care what she thought as he had never liked her. He would even go as far as to say that he found her an utter eyesore. So, he tugged on Elspeth's hand gently and led her away.

There wasn't a need to lock the door. Jasmine would be leaving soon anyway.

Just as expected, Haris sent someone to pick Jasmine up about half an hour later.

Callum was told to make the exchange at the same time, so the man pushed a woman over to him.

The woman's hair was messy and knotted. Her face was also scraped up and dirty.

If he hadn't looked at her properly, he would've thought she was just a beggar that Haris found on the streets.

She also smelled awful. She gave off a pungent scent of mothballs and sweat as if she hadn't showered in months.

Everyone covered their noses and frowned at the repulsive woman before them.

"Mr. McGrath wouldn't trick me, would he?" Callum moved further and sized the woman up and down in front of him.

The butler stood there and watched Callum inspect the woman before him. Finally, he snorted disgruntledly and huffed, "My master would never try that."

"Then, please tell Mr. McGrath that if the woman in front of us here isn't Elspeth's biological mother, I have many ways to torture Jasmine."

The butler panicked, and his heart trembled in fear when he heard the other man's arrogant and unscrupulous words.

He didn't know what it was, but those words coming from that man were undeniably scary. He felt as if the man in front of him actually had the bite to back up his bark.

"Don't worry. As long as this is the person I want, then nothing will happen to Jasmine." Callum soothed the butler's ruffled feathers when he noticed the tense line of the other man's shoulders.
What Callum meant was that it was her who didn't want to go, and he had nothing to do with it.

"In that case, where is my lady?"

Callum glanced at the door, and his assistant immediately understood. He went upstairs and knocked on the door lightly. "Miss McGrath, your family is here to take you home."

"You don't have to tell me, I know."

Jasmine hesitated for a bit before walking out.

Her eyes were swollen, and she barely maintained her composure.

The butler's heart broke when he saw the disheveled state of his young lady. He immediately scrutinized her with concern, walking around her in circles. After he was confident that she was unharmed, he felt relieved.

"Miss, thank God you're fine. Let's not waste time on this man any longer."

Jasmine glared at Elspeth viciously before turning around and fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.

"Let's go."

"All right." the butler nodded obediently and followed her out.

After the two annoyances left, Elspeth walked towards the filthy woman and spoke softly, "Mrs. Joneson, why don't you sit down?"

Yet, they waited and waited, but it seemed as though the woman had no intentions to speak, let alone sit down.

"Mrs. Joneson, are you having trouble hearing?"

Regardless, judging by the state of this poor woman, she had obviously suffered a long time. This meant her hearing was also damaged, which was to be expected.

The longer Elspeth looked at this woman, the more upset and frustrated she felt.

If this woman were really her biological mother, then she would be distressed by the suffering she had experienced over the years.

She was also the daughter of the Jonesons. Yet, Helen was showered with all the love at home while she was forced to suffer outside.

What a joke.

Elspeth stretched out her hand and tried to help the woman sit on the couch, but the woman immediately fought her off.

"It's okay, just sit down. Don't worry."

Elspeth thought she was just terrified, but the woman suddenly whispered, "I'm too dirty; I haven't showered."

It turned out that she was worried that the filth on her body would dirty the couch.

Elspeth couldn’t help but feel more certain that this woman in front of her might really be her biological mother. The self-deprecating tone and her defensiveness didn't seem to be an act. Instead, she oozed fear and trepidation with every move.

"It's all right, just sit and rest for a while. I'll arrange a bath for you later."

The woman paused for a second, then suggested reluctantly, "Why don’t I shower now? Please prepare a set of clothes for me…"

"Sure." Elspeth was a professional designer. So, she only needed a few good looks to determine what size clothes the woman wore.