Chapter 382: Difficult to Get Pregnant with Heart Disease
Upon hearing the final two words, Jasmine Yale turned deathly pale.
She pushed Chris Fern away with all her might, and bolted towards the door!
She ran as fast as she could!
Her face was colorless, even her lips were as pale as death.
Noticing her flee, Chris Fern paused slightly but did not take any action.
Jasmine reached the door, only to find it was double locked! She couldn’t open it!
“Is anyone out there? Open the door!” Jasmine desperately pounded a few times.
Chris Fern slowly walked towards her, sneering.
Jasmine leaned against the door in despair, sheer despair, the last glimmer of hope in her eyes died out.
“What the hell do you want? Speak clearly.” Jasmine trembled.
Chris Fern walked over, looking down at her, a smirk on his face.
“Don’t even think about escaping, you can’t. If I get upset, you’re the one who’ll suffer.”
“Is Yolanda Fern your sister?” Jasmine tried to ask.
She could glean a little information from the fragments of their previous conversation.
Chris Fern didn’t even bother to answer her.
“Can you let me talk to Yolanda Fern?”
“I think, my sister doesn’t like to talk to you.”
“I have nothing to do with her, and I’ve never offended her.” Jasmine looked blankly at the man in front of her.
This man had a handsome face, but his heart was chillingly ruthless.
Even the words he spoke were incongruous with his appearance!
“Let me guess, your name is Jasmine Yale? Recently, you’ve been getting close with Mr. Cheney, right?” Chris Fern cornered her.
The glint in his eyes growing colder as ever.
“I have nothing to do with Mr. Cheney.” Jasmine was speechless.
“Just a servant picked up from the street, you forget who you are because Mr.
Cheney treats you slightly well?”
“Those words, it seems more appropriate for Mr. Cheney to say to me.”
Chris Fern scoffed, seeing the defiance in this woman’s eyes.
This girl, she still had a temper.
“Jasmine Yale, are you really that important? You think Mr. Cheney dotes on you a lot, and that he likes you?” Chris looked at her.
Their eyes clashed, sparks flying!
The air was filled with a gunpowder-like scent.
“Does he know you’ve taken me?” Jasmine looked at him, not averting her gaze.
Her pale face was full of exhaustion.
“He takes care of you, do you know why? Mr. Cheney would never make a loss-making deal, let alone raise you for over ten years.”
Chris Fern narrowed his eyes and got closer to her.
As he approached, Jasmine smelled a faint scent of disinfectant on him.
Thinking of their previous conversation, Jasmine figured out he must be a doctor, right?
A doctor…that saves people, right?
She mocked as she pursed her lips, feeling nothing at heart anymore.
Her heart had already been shattered.
Jasmine’s face, on the contrary, showed fewer emotions, mostly a sense of calm.
“What can you use me for? Be clear, so I can die knowing everything, right?”
Chris Fern lifted his hand, poking her at the heart.
A gravelike smile lingered on the corner of his mouth, like a poppy on a cliff top, extremely dangerous.
Jasmine trembled violently.
She had guessed all their intentions!
Yolanda Fern had a poor heart, which made it difficult for her to get pregnant and required surgery.
No wonder during those twelve years, Sylvan Cheney often flew to Lonton…
No wonder during those twelve years, Sylvan Cheney treated her excellently, just waiting for the day he could use her?
Her heart, it had a high match with Yolanda Fern’s?
Jasmine moved her lips, but found that she didn’t know what to say..