Chapter 669 Jasmine, I'm hungry

"Mommy, someone's knocking on the door," seeing Jasmine in a daze, Joe called out and wanted to open the door.

Jasmine quickly stepped forward to stop Joe and whispered, "Go play with Justin." Walking to the door, Jasmine glanced outside; it was the delivery man.

"Hello, please sign for this."

Jasmine signed for the gift box but didn't bring it inside. Instead, she opened it outside where there was surveillance.

Deborah wouldn't harm her through a delivery, but it's always good to be cautious.

Opening the package, she found a box of breaking mirrors.

Frowning, Jasmine didn't quite understand what Deborah meant by this.

Inside was a card that read: [Separation is the most painful thing in the world. During the New Year, you are all alone. Ethan is gone. Take care of yourself. The burns from the yacht explosion, the organ failure from the infection-it was too painful for him. Death might be a relief. My condolences.]

Holding the card, Jasmine first froze, then began to tremble all over.

Deborah deliberately provoked Jasmine by informing her that Ethan had died from organ failure due to burns.

"Jasmine, who is it?" Cordelia asked from the living room, seeing Jasmine not coming in.

Jasmine, trembling all over, quickly tore the card into pieces and threw the box of mirrors into the trash.

Jasmine leaned against the wall, bent over, and breathed heavily, forcing herself to calm down.

She couldn't believe Ethan was dead and was convinced Deborah was lying and doing this on purpose. Jasmine knew she must not panic, as doing so would mean falling into the trap.

"Jasmine?" Cordelia, worried, walked out.

Jasmine forced a calm smile. "It's nothing, just a gift box from someone unknown. I thought it was suspicious, so I threw it away."

Cordelia nodded. "Yes, things from unknown sources shouldn't be brought home."

Feeling numb, Jasmine walked into the house and collapsed onto the sofa. "Mom, I'm suddenly feeling a bit dizzy. It must be the pregnancy. I want to rest for a while. You should take the kids back and take the quesadillas too."

Jasmine's voice was weak.

"Dizzy? Should I call a doctor?" Cordelia quickly ran to Jasmine and touched her forehead.

"It's a normal reaction in early pregnancy." Jasmine shook her head.

Cordelia noticed Jasmine's unusual mood and knew she was trying to send the kids away. "Alright, I'll take them back first. Message me on Facebook every hour, or else..."

it. Mom." Jasmine smiled, holding Cordelia's fingers, softly reassuring her. "I really just want to

nodded. "Alright, I'll have your brother

hearing what Cordelia

racing, and she was holding on with her

came back, the strange smell on

kids, giving Jasmine

her discomfort. "Justin, Joe, see

close, and the room become empty and frightening. Jasmine could no longer control

attacking the Douglas Group and her

exhausted, Jasmine sat on the

she shouldn't be like this, but she couldn't control

pain points, and

hurt badly, and Jasmine, scared, took

phone, Jasmine desperately wanted to know the truth.

red. Trembling, she picked up

on the other end, Connor

after countless unanswered calls, she lost control and smashed the phone into

up, crying and

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were starting to light up the

the fireworks,

could understand her feelings right now-extreme loneliness, fear,

miss you. Please

"I'm begging you."

parents who were on a trip, Tom brought his fireworks

called out, "Connor! Let's go to

only a

Tom grumbled, entering the empty

"Connor?"

living room, Tom called out, searching everywhere, but couldn't

uneasy, he wondered where Connor could have gone on

Tom glanced at Connor's shoe rack. His slippers were

the floor, not on the rack, indicating

was extremely cleaning OCD. No matter how busy he was,

Tom frantically called

No one answered.

his phone to track Connor's

previously shared his location

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