Chapter 32 Strategist

Jasmine stood rooted to the spot. Her hands were clasped tight due to the turmoil within her. She couldn't bring herself to step into the car, not when she felt so filthy.

"Thank... thank you, but no, I wouldn't want to bother you," she said stiffly, waving her hand dismissively.

Ethan didn't press further. He had considered just driving away, yet the sight of Jasmine limping in the rearview mirror stirred an inexplicable irritation within him.

...

Jasmine didn't go home.

The thought of Richard seeing her in such a disheveled state with cuts on her face and hands would only cause him needless worry.

After all, what good would it do to worry her family if she couldn't change the dire situation she was in?

Once, Jasmine had been the apple of the Wilson family's eye, never having to face injustice or hardship throughout her privileged upbringing.

Sheltered and basking in the light of affluence, she had been oblivious to the darkness at society's fringes.

Stripped of everything, she came to a grim realization-how laughable it was for someone without backing to even think of resistance.

Finding a bench in a nearby park, Jasmine gently touched her forehead and lay down slowly.

Her head was spinning.

At this rate, maybe she'd meet a quicker end.

Staring at the burn scar on the back of her hand, Jasmine's gaze solidified.

hurt? It had become numb,

Daniel, whom she once believed had misunderstood her, now

think their mutual love could lead

reflection set in, Jasmine wondered if she hadn't been the Wilson family heiress in high school

nature was

luring boys. Strip her down, and let's see how she'll entice

on earth are you trying to do? I'll

about your multiple boyfriends outside school, so much for being

and slander

her beauty; others

and see what happens," Daniel had

date," he said later while perched on

suddenly yanked into the

Jasmine cried out, trapped

Haunted by the past.

harsh, but the nighttime breeze cut to

curled up, pulling her blanket tighter around her as a ward

"Get up."

of her fever, Jasmine thought she saw a figure bathed in the soft glow of the park lights, standing against the light as if he

me away?" Jasmine's voice was hoarse,

voice was deep and

Jasmine murmured,

"Why's that?"

long time ago..." Her voice

successful heart surgery she had received as part of the Wilson family, she should have died early on.

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