Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 211 Ethan Tears Up the Prenup

When Ethan returned, Jasmine had already prepared dinner. She was wearing an apron and had her hair tied up in a simple bun.

As she placed the dinner on the table, Jasmine greeted a returning Ethan with a smile. "Wash up, dinner's ready."

Ethan paused, setting Justin down.

Growing up amidst his parents' chilly relationship, Ethan had long resisted the notion of settling down and starting a family. Yet, in this moment, a sense of warmth enveloped him.

It felt akin to a weary traveler finally returning to the hearth after a prolonged journey.

"Mommy," Justin said after washing his tiny hands, obediently sitting at the dining table. "Today Casey didn't go to school."

This surprised Jasmine, and she turned to Ethan. "Casey didn't go to school?"

Ethan nodded, not wanting to pry into someone else's business. Perhaps the kid was just sick.

Jasmine didn't press further, seeing that Lisa seemed to dote on her son; she figured there was no need to worry too much.

"I've made a simple soup with pork ribs and stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots," Jasmine murmured softly, hoping Ethan might broach the weightier topics lingering in the air.

But Ethan remained silent, the weight of undisclosed matters hanging heavily between them.

Jasmine's unease grew, a nagging sensation gnawing at her heart.

"Um... my mother caused a scene at the office and got arrested by the police," Jasmine ventured tentatively, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"Yeah, Richard called the police," Ethan replied, his survival instinct kicking in since May's identity was quite sensitive.

After all, May was Jasmine's mother, regardless of her transgressions.

"I hope she learns from this," Jasmine murmured, acutely aware of the trouble her mother's actions had wrought upon Ethan.

"I suppose some people will do anything for their own gain, even at the expense of family," Ethan mused, his words laden with skepticism rather than admonishment.

timely, the damage May and her relatives could

him with both soft and hard tactics to end his marriage with Jasmine and to merge with the

my fault," Jasmine admitted softly, her

it was May or even Karen from the Wilson family who had once

searching hers. "I suggest you do a paternity test with May. I don't see any resemblance to you in her. Let's see the results of the test

at Ethan in a daze. "I... You suspect

doubted it yourself?" Ethan asked,

reasonable

the idea of a paternity test with May. But back then, the Wilson

hung heavy between them, pregnant with unspoken fears and

May's daughter, does that mean I truly have nowhere to belong? No home,

pools of understanding, bore

a suite covered in blood, her forehead lacerated by glass shards from a shattered bottle,

Jasmine wouldn't fight back, why she'd cover for those people even if it meant

pieces of the

head-on, Jasmine's upbringing had molded her into a cautious soul, wary of

self-worth eroded by

exchange passing between them. With an exuberant grin, Justin scampered into the room, concealing a bouquet Ethan had prepared behind his back. "Mommy, Justin has flowers

revealed a bouquet

stared, speechless, her emotions swirling like

home now, someone to shield you from the storms. Don't overthink; I'll navigate the rough waters ahead. Just focus

transformation, to see Jasmine shed her inhibitions and flourish

cast aside her worries and embrace

bloom, unfettered

eyes as she clutched the bouquet, its significance

me for life?" Her voice

from now on. As long as you don't bring it up, we won't divorce," Ethan's declaration resonated

stunned

one for grand gestures, had bared his soul

down Jasmine's cheeks, disbelief mingling with

me yet, can