The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 212

In the nick of time, Gabriel turned around at a 90-degree angle and took the deadly stab for her. Yasmine, who initially had her back against the perpetrator, turned and saw the man with the dagger. She let out a blood-curdling scream, feeling the man in her arms becoming increasingly stiff as he sank to the ground...

"Gabriel, Gabriel!" Yasmine Taylor shrieked.

She trembled and shook Gabriel's body. She saw that her hands were stained with blood. Her mind blanked at that instant. She cried out hysterically, "Gabriel, hold on, I'll call the ambulance right away!"

The person fled after seeing that he had stabbed the wrong person with his dagger. Yasmine was only concerned about Gabriel's injury, so she didn't care about anything else. While she was in grief and panic, she saw a familiar figure vanish into the vast night in a flash.

The pure white first aid lights in the emergency room were blindingly bright. Yasmine's face was pale, her body frozen and quivering in a corner. Almost the entire Smith family was present and everyone looked anxious and worried. They comforted and talked to one another about the incident. No one acknowledged her existence. She wanted to apologize to the Smith family but she did not have the courage to. The person inside had no close relations with her, but he was lying in the emergency room because of her. She turned her back and wiped the tears that were falling from the corners of her eyes. She prayed silently, "Gabriel, you must be safe, you must be fine. Gabriel, please be okay..."

At the moment the dagger was plunged into his body, his fate was tied to her and Sebastian.

After waiting anxiously for two hours, the lights in the emergency room finally went out. A doctor in a white coat came out. The Smith family rushed up to ask, "Doctor, how's my son?"

"How's the injury? Is it serious?"

"Is my nephew awake now?"

The doctor smiled to appease the worried family members. "Please relax, the patient is no longer in danger. He should be able to wake up by tomorrow morning."

Yasmine stood at the back of the crowd. When she heard the doctor, her anxious heart was finally at ease. She breathed a sigh of relief. She had never been so thankful to God before, thanking Him for saving Gabriel's life.

She didn't want to live in guilt forever nor did she want anyone to be injured because of her.

"Miss, may I know who you are to my son?"

A graceful-looking woman walked toward her with a sharp look in her eyes.

Yasmine clasped her hands nervously. She was at a loss, not knowing how to answer the woman's question. If she said that they were just strangers, Gabriel's mother would definitely continue probing her, wondering why her son had risked his life to save her.

Yasmine pondered for a moment. She then replied with a trembling voice, "We are very good friends."

"Are you sure? Are you two such good friends that he would risk his life for you?"

Yasmine was at a loss for words, raising her eyes to look at the woman in front of her timidly. The woman's aura was so overpowering, intimidating her further.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

"I'm not standing in front of you now to hear your apology. I just want to know who you are to my son. How am I supposed to answer you if you choose to dodge the question? Should I just reply that it's alright? My son was saved from the brink of death. Wouldn’t it be too unrealistic if I were to say that?"

Yasmine took a deep breath, silently thanking herself that she hadn't accepted Gabriel's proposal. Gabriel was, without a doubt, a good man, but his mother was too sharp- tongued and smart. She could not cope with such a woman.

"Your son likes me, but..."

"But you don't like him?"

Yasmine nodded helplessly. "It's not that I don't like him. I just have someone else in my heart."

"If that's the case, please keep some distance with him in the future. These complicated feelings will hurt everyone, including yourself."

"I understand. Please do not worry. We've made it clear." Yasmine nodded slightly and gave her a firm look. At the same time, several uniformed policemen came in and asked, "Excuse me, are you Miss Lorris?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"Please come with us to the police station. We need to get information about this attack."