Chapter 689 Vincent is Friend or Foe?
After sending the two kids back to the Cunningham family, Jasmine cautiously wanted to go home to see if Vincent was still there.
After all, this was her and Ethan's home, and she was really afraid that lunatic Vincent would make a mess of it.
Gently opening the door, Jasmine poked her head in for a look.
The living room was quiet, not a soul in sight.
Did he go to the bedroom to sleep?
Jasmine grabbed the baseball bat by the door and slowly walked towards the bedroom, but there was no response. "Vincent?"
Pushing open the bedroom door, Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief; the house was empty, with no sign of Vincent.
Turning on the lights, Jasmine sat on the living room sofa and sent a message to Ethan.
Even though she knew Ethan wouldn't reply and might not even look at his phone, Jasmine still sent a few messages every day.
[Are you feeling better today?]
[Do you miss me?]
[I miss you.]
These simple daily greetings were what kept Ethan going.
Jasmine could guess the pain Ethan was going through, but there was nothing she could do except wait silently, praying for his recovery and return.
The door sounded, and Jasmine looked warily at the entrance, suddenly standing up.
"Vincent?"
She had just changed the password, and Vincent cracked it again? What kind of genius was he?
The door was opened with a fingerprint lock, and it wasn't Vincent who came in, but Ethan.
Jasmine was stunned for a moment, then excitedly rushed over to hug Ethan.
She thought she was seeing things, looking up at Ethan without daring to blink.
Ethan held her with one arm, his voice hoarse. "I sent him to the Hamilton family."
The Hamilton family had a house in San Fransisco, and he had sent Vincent to live there.
"You knew I called him back?" Jasmine felt a bit guilty, afraid Ethan would blame her.
Ethan had always known about Vincent, but neither he nor the Hamilton family considered using him—either out of guilt or because Vincent was too uncontrollable. Ethan likely refrained for both reasons.
Ethan didn't blame Jasmine; instead, he bought her favorite pastries. "I had Brandon line up to buy them."
Jasmine looked up at Ethan, her eyes red. "Did the hospital allow you to come out this time?"
Ethan instinctively touched his nose, his guilt written all over his face. "Someone welded a security door at the ward entrance, but I easily got through it."
Jasmine knew Ethan was deliberately making it sound easy, wanting to laugh but with tears in her eyes.
She knew he was trying to cheer her up.
"Ethan, I miss you so much." Jasmine always said she missed him, but how could mere words express her longing?
"I miss you too." Ethan held Jasmine in his arms, his voice filled with restraint and suppression.
During his time in the hospital, Ethan had relied entirely on Jasmine to keep going.
She saw Ethan as her light, living with all her might and strength.
He saw her as his salvation.
"I'll be back soon. Don't be afraid." He always reassured her, telling her not to be afraid, not to fear anything.
No matter what happened, he would support her.
His Jasmine could do whatever she wanted.
"You don't blame me for calling Vincent back?" Jasmine asked softly. "That guy is a bit scary."
"Using him against Owen is a perfect match." Ethan smiled, not wanting Jasmine to feel too pressured. "It's no big deal. I'll clean up afterward."
Jasmine tightened her grip on Ethan, feeling him gasp in pain.
It must hurt.
Jasmine hurriedly loosened her grip, nervously looking at Ethan. "Let me see your wound."
Ethan refused, just shaking his head, with bandages and gauze still visible on his neck.
"Do you have to leave again?" Jasmine asked softly.
The joy of seeing him always turned into the pain of parting.
"The next time I come back. I won't leave." Ethan rubbed Jasmine's head. "I promise."
"Really not leaving?" Jasmine asked, choking up.
"Yeah, not leaving." Ethan nodded.
Jasmine smiled through her tears, which fell to the ground. "Then I'll wait for you."
She was best at waiting.
As long as there was hope, she could wait forever.
Just like those five years in prison, she waited every day, never stopping.
Waiting for sunrise, waiting for sunset, day after day.
"I can't stay out too long." Ethan couldn't eat outside food; he really wanted to have a meal with Jasmine. But he had to go back now. If he were late, Connor would start yelling again.
Jasmine reluctantly tugged at Ethan's clothes. "How long do I have to wait this time?"
She needed a timeframe.
Just let her wait.
Sniffling, Jasmine tried to look strong.
But she cried a lot, especially in front of Ethan.
"Give me." Ethan was about to say about twenty days.
Jasmine interrupted, her eyes red. "Alright, you don't have to say it. I know I'll wait no matter how long."
She was afraid of hearing a number she couldn't accept.
Ethan also wanted to surprise Jasmine, raising an eyebrow and kissing her forehead.
"Wait for me."
At the door, Ethan suddenly remembered something, turning back to look at Jasmine seriously. "Connor is a troublesome and scheming person. Stay away from him, especially don't call him often."
Thinking of how Connor always bragged when he got calls from Jasmine, Ethan felt very unhappy.
Although badmouthing others wasn't his style, he spoke ill of every other guy in front of Jasmine.
Afraid Jasmine would run off with someone else.
Jasmine smiled. "I only contact Connor when necessary. The Hawthorne family has been in the news a lot lately, and I gave Owen a gift. He should have received it by now."
Ethan smiled at Jasmine, raising his hand to pinch her cheek. "Whose wife is this, so smart and sensible, and even bites."
Jasmine was amused by Ethan, angrily biting his hand. "Don't run around. Take care of your injuries. The baby and I are waiting for you."
Jasmine looked down at her belly.
Ethan left, closing the door.
The living room became quiet again, eerily quiet.
As if Ethan had never been there.
Jasmine had always been afraid, afraid that Ethan's appearance was just a figment of her imagination.
She was really scared.
At the Hamilton residence, Vincent sat precariously on the second-floor windowsill, his legs hanging outside as he leaned against the frame."Did you see Ethan?" Vincent made a call, a smile on his lips. "I've shown enough sincerity, helping you lure out Ethan. If you still can't get rid of him, that would be too embarrassing."
On the other end, the voice was low, clearly using a voice changer. "Yes, I got it. Ethan must die."
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