Chapter 532 Benjamin Is Dead
Jasmine stood at the doorway, staring at Evan.
Evan was flustered, too scared to turn around, hating himself for being so pathetic.
He didn't want Jasmine to see him like this, as if his dignity had been ripped away.
He couldn't think straight, his breathing rapid, unable to bear the memory of what he'd done to Jasmine.
Ethan glanced at Jasmine, tightening his grip on her fingers.
"Ethan, go keep Mom company," Jasmine whispered, sending him to the living room.
Ethan nodded and left.
At the doorway, Elbert leaned against the frame, looking at Evan on the ground with a complex expression.
Evan looked up at him, trembling. His eyes begged for help, wanting Elbert to take him away.
But Elbert just stood there, knowing what Evan wanted but not moving.
Evan lowered his eyes in despair, gripping the lawn tightly.
Jasmine walked over, lifted the wheelchair, and looked at Evan. "Your legs can't move anymore?"
Evan kept his head down, pale and silent.
Jasmine took a deep breath, feeling a bit like laughing.
She'd seen many fates unfold.
Zelda was in a mental health facility, Annabelle had disappeared, and the Harper family was bankrupt.
Serena was dead, and Lisa was going through a divorce.
It seemed everyone had gotten their punishment.
Life was like that.
"Evan, I don't hate you anymore," Jasmine said hoarsely. "Really."
She had let it go.
"You were good to me for twenty-one years, and the six years you hurt me, balance it out. We owe each other nothing." Jasmine wanted Evan to move on.
But Evan couldn't.
Because Elbert said his twenty-one years of kindness to Jasmine were the cruelest. Those memories became sharp thorns piercing her heart during her darkest moments.
The cruelest thing they did was spoil her like a princess, then shatter her world and throw her into the mud.
"Mr. Everhart cares about you a lot. Seeing you like this, they'll be very sad too." Jasmine didn't know how to comfort Evan. She'd been through it herself.
It was a dead end.
Either you walk out of it yourself, or you find a reason to live.
She had Justin, who needed his mom. He was her hope, pulling her out of the abyss.
Then she met Ethan.
He was so good, he almost perfectly soothed her heart.
Jasmine sighed. Maybe Evan needed someone to soothe his heart, but it was rare.
The odds were smaller than winning the lottery.
So Jasmine felt lucky to have met Ethan.
"Evan, go out for a walk," Jasmine squatted in front of him. "Maybe, if you see the world, you'll slowly figure things out."
Evan propped himself up and finally spoke, "Okay."
Whatever Jasmine said, he'd agree.
"Evan, I really don't hate you anymore. I'm doing great now. Ethan and I are very happy." Jasmine glanced at Ethan. "I've moved on."
With Ethan around, she felt secure.
She hadn't thought about the past in a long time.
She hadn't been triggered either.
She had a support system. When she was tired, she could rest, and when she was hurt, someone would care for her. She felt safe.
She also had many family members.
There was Richard, her brothers, and her mom.
"Jasmine," Evan asked, "Is Ethan good to you?"
Jasmine nodded. "Very good."
"How are Justin and Joe?" Evan asked.
"Very good." Jasmine nodded again.
Evan's eyes reddened. He felt sorry for both Jasmine and Justin.
That child must hate him.
"I won't be like this anymore. I'll cooperate with the treatment and get better," Evan said.
He thought, 'To help you.'
Evan looked at his legs. "My legs might not fully recover, but it won't affect my walking. There will just be some disability."
Jasmine looked at his legs, feeling a bit emotional. "Rehab well and stay warm."
She remembered when she first started dancing as a child, she often injured her ankles. Evan would silently carry her, walk up the long steps, warm her feet, apply medicine, and do hot compresses every day, reminding her to stay warm.
Tears filled Evan's eyes. "Okay."
"Karen has been getting close to Howard recently," Evan said, changing the subject.
"Karen wants the Wilson Group, but it's now in Benjamin's hands and struggling," Jasmine said. She knew Karen wouldn't give up easily.
"Benjamin had an accident," Evan said, taking a deep breath. "I just heard this morning: a car accident."
Jasmine looked at Evan in shock. "He passed away?"
"Yes, died on the spot. I heard he was drunk driving, but the surveillance showed the other party did it on purpose," Evan sneered.
Karen was ruthless.
Benjamin died suddenly before the divorce.
So everything belonged to his wife.
Benjamin had no other siblings and no parents, so all the inheritance and company shares went to Karen.
"Didn't Benjamin leave a will?" Jasmine asked.
"A will? Someone as arrogant as him wouldn't think he'd die. He thought he could always be with his young girlfriend and their child," Evan said, finding it ironic.
"Doesn't his illegitimate child have inheritance rights?" Jasmine asked.
"Benjamin was foolish. He didn't legally acknowledge the child before he died. I guess Karen has a way to deal with it."
Karen was too ruthless; she wouldn't give the kid a penny.
"When is the funeral?" Jasmine asked.
Despite everything, Benjamin was still the man she called dad for twenty-one years, and he had loved her.
"They said tomorrow," Evan said, lowering his head.
Karen had personally informed him, asking him to come back for the funeral.
"I will go too," Jasmine said.
Evan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her. "Jasmine."
"He's dead, and the grudges are gone too." Benjamin's death had eased the knot in her heart.
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