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.

protection, without Richard handling the situation timely, the damage May and her relatives could have

opportunity, doing everything he could to push Jasmine away, pressuring him with both soft

my fault," Jasmine admitted softly, her gaze falling,

the years, she had habitually sought reasons within herself. Whether it was May or even Karen from the Wilson family who had once loved her for twenty-one years, they all

with Jasmine's, his gaze searching hers. "I suggest you do a paternity test with May. I don't see

daze. "I...

never doubted it yourself?" Ethan asked, looking at

was so intelligent; she could entertain a reasonable suspicion, at least until the results

"I've had doubts and even brought up the idea of a paternity test with May.

between them, pregnant

reasons too. I'm scared, if I'm not May's daughter, does that mean I truly

eyes, pools of understanding, bore into Jasmine's

at the hotel, emerging from a suite covered in blood, her forehead lacerated by glass shards from a shattered bottle, disheveled but resolutely begging him

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

the puzzle started

who tackled problems head-on, Jasmine's upbringing had molded her into a cautious soul, wary of the myriad outcomes each decision

self-worth eroded by the

flickered to their son, a silent exchange passing between them. With an exuberant grin, Justin scampered into the room, concealing

revealed a bouquet of vibrant red roses, their petals

her emotions swirling

a lifeline in the chaos. "You have a home now, someone to shield you from the storms. Don't overthink; I'll navigate the

witness her transformation, to see Jasmine shed her inhibitions and

her worries and embrace her

bloom, unfettered and

welled in Jasmine's eyes as she clutched the bouquet, its significance not lost on

protect me for

you don't bring it up, we won't divorce," Ethan's declaration resonated

stunned

one for grand gestures, had bared his soul in

down Jasmine's cheeks, disbelief mingling

can't fully trust me yet, can