Chapter 374 Why Ethan's Toilet Kept Getting Clogged
"Ethan, can we talk about something?" Brandon looked at Ethan with caution.
"Please go ahead," Ethan replied politely,
"Don't be so polite; I'm not used to it. Or I won't sleep well tonight," Brandon said, looking pale with fear.
"Brandon, just say it," Ethan tapped the table.
Brandon cleared his throat, the overseas-educated elite, showing humble and polite in front of Ethan. "Can you stop making me play, landlord? Jasmine has contacted me three times this month. First time to unclog the toilet, second time to unclog the drain, and now she says the fridge is broken, asking if I can get a new one, with her paying."
Ethan cleared his throat.
Brandon continued. "Although it's not a high-end apartment over there, it's at least mid-range. Why does the drain keep getting clogged?"
"That sink, I used to dump leftover garbage from home into it. Who knew it would get clogged here," Ethan muttered softly,
"Ethan, You must have a garbage disposal at your own home, right? Here, it's just a small drain. What did it do wrong that you poured everything into it?" Brandon raised his hand to his forehead. "And what about the toilet and the fridge? I bought what you asked for. It was not the best stuff, but it was definitely high value for money. Why are they having issues after just a few days?"
Ethan glanced away. "It's my first time cooking; there have to be failures, right? Failed dishes end up in the trash, too embarrassing, might as well let the toilet flush them away."
"What dish was it? You clogged the toilet with it?" Brandon looked at Ethan in disbelief.
"That day, Joe said he liked noodles, so I tried to make noodles and bake bread; the noodles weren't easy to make, so I just threw the whole thing in the toilet and had Liam buy a ready-made replacement for me." Ethan cleared his throat again.
"So, the one causing trouble in your house is the toilet!" Brandon was shocked. It was no wonder the toilet was being replaced so often. "Please, Ethan, stop pretending to be poor. Pretending to be poor is disrespectful to the poor."
Ethan was very displeased.
"What about the fridge?" Brandon was very interested.
"The power in the fridge burned out; how would I know," Ethan retorted. "The fridge you bought is of poor quality."
Brandon took a deep breath. "I'll go take a look myself."
Jasmine's Residence.
After receiving the divorce certificate from Ethan, Jasmine had been sitting at home.
Looking at the item in her hand, she still couldn't believe it.
Back then, she and Ethan got married in a daze.
Now, due to various reasons, they had to divorce first.
Jasmine took a photo of the divorce certificate and sent it to Henry.
Jasmine: [We are divorced, please don't provoke Ethan anymore.]
Henry did not send a single word for a while.
Throwing the phone aside, Jasmine lay on the sofa, lost in thought.
Serena was gone, and she wondered how Evan was feeling now.
Evan loved Serena so much; he must be heartbroken, right?
The phone rang.
Jasmine thought it was Henry.
After answering the call, it turned out to be Evan.
"I'm Evan," Evan said; he had changed his number; otherwise, Jasmine wouldn't have answered. "Serena is gone."
"Should I say condolences or congratulations?" Jasmine asked calmly,
"Jasmine," Evan choked up, then spoke again, "Come back and see."
After all, that was the home Jasmine had lived in for twenty-one years.
"No, there's nothing worth reminiscing about." Jasmine refused.
"Jasmine, you've changed a lot." Evan sounded nervous.
"Yes, people have to learn to grow. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to grow," Jasmine said, looking at the ceiling. Her eyes were slightly teary, but she didn't cry.
"The Wilson Group is on the verge of bankruptcy. The last time the Cunningham Group competed in the Westing Village project, the Wilson group suffered a setback. Coupled with the relentless pressure from the Crestwood Development Group, it's almost impossible to hold on. I don't want to continue struggling; I want to leave." Evan felt guilty and didn't want to stay in Silverlight City anymore; he wanted to leave.
"I don't understand the business world, but the Wilson family's current situation is not my fault." Jasmine clenched her fingers.
She thought Evan was there to blame her.
"Jasmine, I just want to see you one last time before I leave. Tomorrow is Serena's funeral." Evan wanted Jasmine to come see him.
"Once, my most trusted brother destroyed me; now, what right do you have to ask me to see you?" Jasmine's voice lowered, trembling.
For twenty-one years, Evan had almost pampered her; she trusted him the most and relied on him the most, not Daniel, but Evan.
Six years ago, it wasn't Daniel who made her most desperate; it was Evan.
"I'm sorry." Evan didn't know what else to say besides sorry.
"Your sorry disgusts me!" Jasmine clenched her hands tightly. "For Serena's funeral, you wouldn't want me there."
"Jasmine, if possible, I'm willing to spend the rest of my life atoning." even if it meant Evan's death.
"It's not necessary." Jasmine took a deep breath. "Evan, twenty-one years of care and six years of pain cancel each other out. From now on, I no longer hate you. We are strangers, and we will never intersect again."
"Be careful, Mom, she's already gone mad," Evan's voice trembled.
Karen was a very strong woman, but Benjamin hadn't given her the confidence she needed.
Karen's daughter had been swapped, Benjamin had many mistresses outside, and Karen had long gone mad.
But Karen blamed everything on Jasmine.
"She is not my mother," Jasmine reminded Evan. "I just haven't figured out my true identity yet. Having a mother like her is an insult to me every day."
Jasmine wanted to change her name, change everything from the past, but she didn't know what her last name should be.
Jasmine also wanted to find her own family.
"I'm sorry," Evan kept saying sorry,
"It's okay, I'll hang up for now," Jasmine hung up.
Closing her eyes, Jasmine wiped away her tears.
Everything had passed.
Evan, Karen, it had all passed.
The shadows they cast had passed.
The phone buzzed again. Jasmine was a bit angry, thinking it was Evan calling again, but this time, it was Alex.
Jasmine was stunned for a moment, adjusted her emotions, and quickly sat up straight. "Mr. Everhart."
"Jasmine, how have you been with Ethan recently?" Alex asked,
"Fine." Jasmine felt inexplicably nervous.
"Well, I just heard from Karen today that you are her adopted daughter, that you've lived with the Wilson family for twenty-one years. Due to some misunderstandings, you have some estrangement from her, and she hopes I can mediate," Alex spoke, "I also just found out that Serena passed away. With twenty-one years of nurturing, Karen must really need you now, you see..."
Jasmine clenched her fingers, holding the phone.
Karen had actually resorted to seeking Alex's help.
"Tomorrow is Serena's funeral, and I will go." Karen just wanted Jasmine to attend the funeral.
Did she want to embarrass her at the funeral? Or was there something else she wanted to do?
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