The more Jasmine thought about it, the more she felt bad for Whitney. She patted the back of Whitney’s hand. “If you aren’t brave enough to go against my brother for bullying you, let me know. I’ll do it for you, Whitney.”

Whitney chuckled and held Jasmine’s hand. I’m happy to have a cute sister-in-law like Jasmine. “Even if I tell you, do you have the courage to help me punish him? He’s the head of the Newton family. He has the final say on everything that happens in the family.”

Jasmine’s anger was deflated. Charles isn’t as fearsome as Craig, and he never punished me. However, if I push him too hard, he won’t forgive me that easily. That much I’m certain of.

“I’m sorry. I don’t.”

Whitney smiled and touched Jasmine’s face. “It’s all right. I was just saying. Charles didn’t bully me, really…”

Jasmine remained unconvinced. “Don’t keep it all in, Whitney. It breaks my heart to see you suffer. You’re a part of the family, too. You shouldn’t be mistreated.”

Whitney was touched. I’m glad Jasmine treats me like family and genuinely cares for me. What Charles did to me suddenly doesn’t matter as much anymore.

Holding back her tears, Whitney changed the topic. “I’m hungry. Bring the oatmeal, Jasmine. I want to eat something.”

“Sure.” Jasmine quickly did as Whitney asked. “Be careful. It’s hot.”

Jasmine didn’t stop talking while Whitney was eating. “I think Charles has gone to work already, Whitney. If you did p*ss him off, I don’t think he has calmed down yet. He was still wearing a scowl when he left.”

Whitney pursed her lips. “Then I’ll… find an opportunity to apologize to him.”

“You don’t have to be so nice to him. Don’t apologize to him. Just let him stay angry. I want to see how long he can give his newly-wedded wife the cold shoulder,” Jasmine said huffily. Then, she helped cover Whitney with a blanket. “I’ll ask the driver to drive you to work and pick you up during off hours for the time being.”

I’ll repeat

Whitney remembered that she still needed to

watch. There are only fifteen minutes left! I’m going

oatmeal on the bedside

stopped her. “What’s the

going to be late for work,” replied Whitney anxiously. My superior praised me for my performance and learning progress just yesterday. It won’t be nice

a good rest today. He

superior agreed to

the bowl of oatmeal back into Whitney’s hands. “Eat and then rest for a day. It’s normal for people to get sick. No one will

to eat her oatmeal

for the oceanarium

who was cleaning the laboratory restroom, was summoned by Benedict for

have any objections,”

in the laboratory to type and print out what he had written on

column in the lobby of the

lifted

are quite pleasant to the

“Don’t celebrate too early. I’m not a

the boy was. He sure has mastered his

of the oceanarium to a small man-made glacier and glacial lake to house

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