The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 2072

Mitchell said, "Although Young Master Chance's life is no longer in danger, he fell from such a high place."

Mitchell glanced at him lightly. "You shouldn't go to Mr. Ferguson to beg for mercy again for the sake of J&L Corporation.”

That was all Mitchell had to say.

Not long after Gerard left, Yasmin hurried over.

Mitchell glanced at her with dissatisfaction.

"Why are you late?"

Yasmin paused and explained in a harmless and innocent tone.

"I was afraid that I wrongly accused Ms. Lichman, so I went to check the surveillance footage. Is the young master alright?"

Mitchell frowned. "He’s alright. Stay here and take care of the young master. I'm going to the police station."

"Okay."

Once Mitchell left, Yasmin’s harmless expression slowly faded. She took a deep look in the direction that Mitchell left and pushed open the door of the ward.

Chance’s little face was pale, and his head was wrapped in gauze. He looked so pitiful.

He lay there, completely unaware of the person who just entered the ward.

Yasmin walked over and sat down, looking at the child on the bed with a complicated gaze.

She reached out and placed her hand on the gauze on Chance's forehead.

Chance suddenly opened his eyes.

The moment he saw Yasmin, his clear eyes were filled with panic and helplessness.

His small body curled up as he subconsciously tried to stay away from Yasmin.

However, Yasmin stopped smiling at that moment.

Yasmin exerted some force on the hand she placed on his forehead, which irritated his wound.

In an instant, Yasmin regained her composure and looked at Chance with gloomy eyes.

"Chance, you must behave. That annoying woman will never appear in front of you again. It's all thanks to you!"

Tears gradually welled up in Chance's eyes, but he stubbornly widened his eyes and refused to cry.

Yasmin hooked her lips, and her eyes looked fierce.

"In the future, don't you dare wag your tail in front of Nicole. Don't think that I'm ignorant. She stole your dad's heart, and now she wants to steal you too! If I see you talking to her in private again..."

Yasmin paused. Her eyes darkened as she approached his terrified face, >d%=UMR; she said word by word, "I’ll lock you up in that dark room again. No one will be able to find you this time."

Chance heard this and shuddered in fear.

He sat up and hugged himself, extremely panicked and frightened.

Chance opened his mouth wide and tried to speak, but he could only pant in silence.

A trace of disgust flashed across Yasmin's eyes as she grabbed his clothes.

"Speak! Cry if you want to! No one is stopping you. I've only locked you up once, but you started to pretend to be mute. I don’t believe that a normal kid will suddenly turn into a mute! Did you do it on purpose?"

Chance's small body was pushed around like a toy. He no longer looked cute and looked like a frightened puppet with a flustered face.

Unfortunately, Chance did not respond to Yasmin’s resentment and anger.

Chance's face, which looked exactly like Eric's, was gradually stained with tears. He did not struggle or resist. He only endured it silently.

After a while, Yasmin’s resentment slowly dissipated.

Yasmin took a deep breath and sat down again. Her throat moved, and her eyes were complex as she touched Chance's little face with guilt.

"I'm sorry, Chance. Mommy didn't mean it. I was just too worried that you would be rejected by your father. If Daddy doesn't like you, how will Mommy be able to stay and take care of you? Mommy wants to live with you and Daddy, and if you persist, Mommy can be with you guys forever."