Chapter 669 Jasmine, I'm hungry
"Mommy, someone's knocking on the door," seeing Jasmine in a daze, Joe called out and wanted to open the door.
Jasmine quickly stepped forward to stop Joe and whispered, "Go play with Justin."
Walking to the door, Jasmine glanced outside; it was the delivery man.
"Hello, please sign for this."
Jasmine signed for the gift box but didn't bring it inside. Instead, she opened it outside where there was surveillance.
Deborah wouldn't harm her through a delivery, but it's always good to be cautious.
Opening the package, she found a box of breaking mirrors.
Frowning, Jasmine didn't quite understand what Deborah meant by this.
Inside was a card that read: [Separation is the most painful thing in the world. During the New Year, you are all alone. Ethan is gone. Take care of yourself. The burns from the yacht explosion, the organ failure from the infection—it was too painful for him. Death might be a relief. My condolences.]
Holding the card, Jasmine first froze, then began to tremble all over.
Deborah deliberately provoked Jasmine by informing her that Ethan had died from organ failure due to burns.
"Jasmine, who is it?" Cordelia asked from the living room, seeing Jasmine not coming in.
Jasmine, trembling all over, quickly tore the card into pieces and threw the box of mirrors into the trash.
Jasmine leaned against the wall, bent over, and breathed heavily, forcing herself to calm down.
She couldn't believe Ethan was dead and was convinced Deborah was lying and doing this on purpose. Jasmine knew she must not panic, as doing so would mean falling into the trap.
"Jasmine?" Cordelia, worried, walked out.
Jasmine forced a calm smile. "It's nothing, just a gift box from someone unknown. I thought it was suspicious, so I threw it away."
Cordelia nodded. "Yes, things from unknown sources shouldn't be brought home."
Feeling numb, Jasmine walked into the house and collapsed onto the sofa. "Mom, I'm suddenly feeling a bit dizzy. It must be the pregnancy. I want to rest for a while. You should take the kids back and take the quesadillas too."
Jasmine's voice was weak.
"Dizzy? Should I call a doctor?" Cordelia quickly ran to Jasmine and touched her forehead.
"It's a normal reaction in early pregnancy." Jasmine shook her head.
Cordelia noticed Jasmine's unusual mood and knew she was trying to send the kids away. "Alright, I'll take them back first. Message me on Facebook every hour, or else..."
"I got it. Mom." Jasmine smiled, holding Cordelia's fingers, softly reassuring her. "I really just want to rest."
Cordelia nodded. "Alright, I'll have your brother bring you some food later."
Jasmine nodded, barely hearing what Cordelia was saying.
Her heart was racing, and she was holding on with her last bit of strength.
That day, when Ethan came back, the strange smell on him was from the burn medication.
Cordelia left with the kids, giving Jasmine a worried look.
Jasmine forced a smile despite her discomfort. "Justin, Joe, see you tomorrow."
Watching the kids leave, the door close, and the room become empty and frightening. Jasmine could no longer control herself and crouched by the sofa, crying.
Deborah and Owen suddenly started attacking the Douglas Group and her like lunatics. Did this mean Ethan really had an accident?
Crying until she was exhausted, Jasmine sat on the floor, biting her wrist hard.
She knew she shouldn't be like this, but she couldn't control herself.
Deborah knew her vulnerabilities, pain points, and pregnancy, deliberately provoking her.
Her stomach hurt badly, and Jasmine, scared, took deep breaths, fearing she might lose the baby.
Frantically reaching for her phone, Jasmine desperately wanted to know the truth.
She needed some comfort.
Stumbling and falling to the ground, Jasmine's knees turned red. Trembling, she picked up her phone to call Connor.
But on the other end, Connor wouldn't answer.
"Answer the phone!" Jasmine screamed, and after countless unanswered calls, she lost control and smashed the phone into pieces.
"Ethan, Ethan, come back!" Jasmine curled up, crying and hugging herself. "Come back, please."
Outside the window, fireworks were starting to light up the darkening sky.
Jasmine watched the fireworks, crying even harder.
Probably no one could understand her feelings right now—extreme loneliness, fear, and terror.
"Ethan, I miss you. Please come back."
"I'm begging you."
Kicked out by his parents who were on a trip, Tom brought his fireworks to Connor's place.
Entering the living room, Tom called out, "Connor! Let's go to the rooftop and set off fireworks."
The room was eerily empty, with only a faint light coming from the study.
"Are you working overtime today?" Tom grumbled, entering the empty living room.
"Connor?"
Walking out of the living room, Tom called out, searching everywhere, but couldn't find Connor.
Feeling inexplicably uneasy, he wondered where Connor could have gone on New Year's Eve.
Running to the door, Tom glanced at Connor's shoe rack. His slippers were casually left on the floor, not on the rack, indicating he left in a hurry.
Connor was extremely cleaning OCD. No matter how busy he was, he wouldn't allow his slippers to be placed randomly.
Worried, Tom frantically called Connor.
No one answered.
Tom cursed and anxiously opened his phone to track Connor's location.
Fortunately, Connor had previously shared his location with Tom, worried about Jasmine's safety.
"West Avenue? What's he doing there?"
Tom hurried out, grabbed his car keys, and headed to West Avenue.
"A traffic accident occurred on West Avenue. A dump truck illegally changed lanes and overturned, crushing a private car underneath. Rescue workers are trying their best to save the driver, whose condition is unknown. Several private cars were involved, with multiple injuries."
In the car, the traffic radio reported the real-time situation.
Tom's face turned pale with fear, and he stepped on the gas, racing to West Avenue.
"Connor, don't be so unlucky, please."
"The house is so empty," Deborah said, returning to the Hawthorne family and looking at Owen.
Only Deborah and Owen were home; everyone else was gone, and Avery had long left.
"I sent something to Jasmine. She should be quite upset by now," Deborah said with a smile.
"Given her mental state, without Ethan by her side, let's see how long she can hold on alone," Deborah said through gritted teeth.
"What about her psychologist?" Owen asked.
"Don't worry. I always do things without giving anything away." Deborah smirked.
She wouldn't give Connor a chance.Fireworks were still going off outside. Jasmine curled up behind the curtains, clutching her hair tightly.
Connor wasn't answering his phone.
She was very scared now.
"Ethan." Jasmine cried until her voice was hoarse, her wrist scratched and hurting badly.
She could only rely on self-harm to stay rational and calm.
Suddenly, the door opened.
Jasmine tensed up, hiding in fear.
Was Cordelia back?
The living room lights were off, making it very dim.
Jasmine listened to the footsteps, hurriedly wiping her tears and pulling down her sleeves to cover the scratches.
"Jasmine, I'm hungry."
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