The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 52

Yasmine Taylor came to her uncle's house, lifted her hand, and knocked on the door. The door opened, and standing in front of her was her aunt, Mindy Yard. Thinking about what her uncle had said during the day, she took a few glances at her aunt, and found that she really did look unusual.

"Are you okay?"

Yasmine asked softly. At this moment, she really hoped that her uncle was lying to her.

Before Mindy said anything, tears flowed down her cheeks and she knelt down in front of her niece, sobbing, "Yasmine, please save your uncle. This is the last time Auntie is begging you. It's really the last time..."

Yasmine's heart hit rock bottom instantly.

She looked at her uncle who was squatting in the corner with his head in his hands. It seemed that he had been driven into an impasse. The atmosphere in the average-sized house was filled with sadness.

"Is it true? Are you diagnosed with liver cancer, Auntie?"

Only then did Chuck Lorris get up and hand her a pile of hospital inspection reports. She looked at them one by one and suddenly yelled hysterically after she went through the pile, "Why? Why didn't you look for me this time like how you did when in trouble before? You can tell me if you need money. Why did you blindly choose to commit a crime?" Mindy cried and said, "We have caused you too much trouble before, so we are embarrassed to trouble you again. Your uncle did consider looking for you, but I stopped him. Anyway, I'm in the terminal stage. Who knows how long I can still live..."

"You didn't let him come to me, but you allowed him traffic drugs? Aren't you also causing me trouble now? If you came to me in the beginning, things wouldn't have been so complicated!"

Yasmine was extremely crestfallen. Her life was already in chaos, and her relatives around her made things even worse.

"Yasmine, your Auntie had no idea about the deal with Richie. I just couldn't bear watching her die. Now I have come around. It doesn't matter if you don't help me. If your Auntie dies, it's meaningless for me to live alone..."

"Shut up!"

Mindy turned her head and yelled at her husband angrily. She continued to beg her niece, "Don't listen to your uncle's nonsense. You must save him. He is your mother's only brother and your only relative in the world besides your father. If he is convicted, your mother in another world will not be at ease."

Yasmine fell into a painful struggle, and her determination began to waver. Her aunt was still pleading, "Yasmine, Yasmine, I beg you..."

Chuck could not bear seeing his wife cry, so he rushed over and hugged her. "Mindy, don't cry, your body can't bear it."

The couple cried on each other's shoulder bitterly. Yasmine looked at this scene blankly and actually felt envious. Although her uncle and aunt were mercenary and had many small weaknesses, the true love between them was rare and precious. At least it was something that she and her mother had never had before.

"Alright, stop crying."

She took out a bank card that was given to her by her mother-in-law from her bag, and stuffed it into her aunt's hand. "Take it. You must cure your illness."

"What about your uncle?"

Mindy asked with tears in her eyes.

She hesitated for a moment and answered with difficulty, "I won't let him suffer."

On the way back, the moonlight was dim and the stars were shining lightly. She walked alone slowly under the moonlight that could not warm her cold heart.

Thinking of her chaotic life, she really did not know how to sort it out.

She passed by a 24-hour grocery store and went in to buy a few cans of beer. She was ready to go home and get drunk to relieve all her anxiety. Although this was not what a disciplined teacher should do, but her teacher identity aside, she was just a bad woman who had a heart of revenge.

She got home at 11 o'clock and tiptoed upstairs. Sebastian Simons's room was pitch-black. Yasmine was afraid of waking him up, so she groped forward in the darkness. However, when she was halfway through, she heard a magnetic voice, "Stop." Suddenly, the lights in the room lit up. Sebastian was leaning on the bed and he lazily asked her, "What time is it?"

She did not speak, and his eyes shifted to the plastic bag in her hand. "What's that?"

"Beer."

Upon hearing that it was beer, he lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. Yasmine was shocked and thought that he was going to teach her a lesson, so she instinctively took two steps back. Then, he snatched the plastic bag from her hand.

"How did you know I wanted to drink?"

She opened her eyes wide in surprise and explained in a hurry, "I didn't buy it for you."

Sebastian did not take it seriously, sat down on the sofa, patted the seat next to him, and said, "It doesn't matter. We can drink together."

He opened a bottle briskly, tilted his neck backwards, and gulped down the beer. Yasmine shook her head helplessly and sat down beside him.

"Why do you want to drink?" she asked gloomily.

"Why do you want to drink?" Sebastian asked in reply.

"I'm in a bad mood." She said.

"I'm exactly the opposite." He replied.

She was stunned for a moment. "Don't tell me that you're in a good mood because I'm in a bad mood."

"That's right. I'm happy when you're in a bad mood." Yasmine glared at him dejectedly and said, "I knew that you didn't mean what you said. You were just saying the other day that you would treat me well, but here you are now, against me again."

"I'm not against you. It's just that I know why you're in a bad mood."

"You know why?"

Yasmine could not believe it.

"Isn't it because of him? The man who made out with you downstairs at Lily's house that day?"

"..." What was he talking about? Why did he get Scott Jules involved again?

"Women usually want to drink only when they are out of love. Tell me honestly. Did that guy dump you?"

She smiled bitterly and said, "You may think so, but it's not the case."

"Then what is it? You dumped him?"

"Stop making wild guesses. It has nothing to do with him."