Chuck Lorris hung up the phone. Yasmine Taylor sighed at the phone and was feeling doubtful about her uncle's words.
During dinner, she asked her mother-in-law timidly, "Mom, when are you guys flying back? Could I come along with you guys?"
Madam Simons shook her head, "No, your husband wants you to give birth here in Vienna before going back."
"Isn't it the same if I give birth back at home? He's just afraid that I will be kidnapped by Claudine again, isn't he? Don't worry, I promise you that I won't go out or meet anyone until I give birth."
"Yasmine, it's no use for you to make this promise to us."
Tiffany Simons shrugged helplessly. "We are not your husband."
"Then, why not just bring me home with you? I'll explain it to him when I get back."
"Don't even think about it. You're seven months pregnant now, and this is when premature labor is most likely to happen. If you happen to give birth on the plane, my brother will skin me alive."
"No way that'll happen. It can't be that coincidental. Mom, please let me go back, please..."
Yasmine pleaded with Madam Simons and Tiffany for a long time, but they stood firm. She placed her fork on the table and said angrily, "Whatever the case is, I have made up my mind to return home. Regardless of your agreement, I will fly home tomorrow!"
The next morning, Madam Simons had just gotten out of bed, and she saw Yasmine coming out of her bedroom with her luggage in hand. She was surprised and she walked to her, "What are you doing?"
"I already told you last night. I'm going home."
"You can't go back."
"My legs are on my body. If I want to go back, no one can stop me."
Yasmine went downstairs stubbornly. Tiffany was awakened by the commotion outside of her room. When she came out of her room, she saw that Yasmine was about to head out of the house. She said in a hurry, "Mom, it seems that we have to tell her the truth..."
"Yasmine—"
Madam Simons called out to her daughter-in-law.
Yasmine turned around and looked at them, who were standing at the stairs.
Tiffany rushed in front of her first and said lowly, "Yasmine, we'll be honest with you. My brother has recently encountered some trouble."
She knew it! "What kind of trouble?"
"He's... he's.."
"What? You better spit it out!"
Yasmine was anxious. She was very displeased when she saw Tiffany still hesitating at this point.
"He has been suspected of murdering Claudine....."
"Claudine's murderer? Claudine's dead?" Yasmine was shocked, her eyes widening in disbelief.
"Yes."
"What the h*ll is going on?"
Yasmine was about to collapse. She thought of what Sebastian had said to Claudine Tucker on the roof of the Pegasus Corporation the day before she went abroad. "Just you wait." Her heart was filled with icy chills...
"It's a long story."
Yasmine grabbed Madam Simons' hand anxiously, "Mom, why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't you tell me that he was in trouble?"
"He didn't want to worry you. However, don't worry too much. We have already got everything under control, there won't be too much of a problem."
"Claudine's dead now, how could I stay calm? I'm leaving now. Are you guys coming?"
Yasmine was determined to return home as soon as possible. No wonder her eyelids kept twitching over the past month.
When the plane landed in B City, Tiffany called her brother immediately as she got off the plane. Sebastian Simons rushed to the airport as soon as he received the call. Of course, when he saw Yasmine, he pulled a long face.
"Who asked you to come back?" He questioned madly. "You're already involved in a lawsuit. How could I not come back?!"
"What's the use of you coming back?" He glared at his sister, apparently blaming her for not being able to keep the secret.
Tiffany interrupted innocently, "It's not my bloody fault. We were forced to tell her. Yasmine was determined to come back."
"We'll talk more when we get home!"
He opened the car door and pulled Yasmine in.
When they arrive in the Mansion House, the servants were surprised to see Yasmine. Before they could get the chance to talk to her, she was instantly dragged upstairs by Sebastian.
"Tell me, why did you come back? Did I say that you could come back?"
"Well, tell me, what exactly happened to Claudine?" Oh God...
Sebastian rubbed his temples, "Your due date is around the corner. You shouldn't care about this."
"Why should I not? You are my husband!"
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