The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 52

Yasmine Taylor came to her uncle's house, lifted her hand, and knocked on the door. The door opened, and standing in front of her was her aunt, Mindy Yard. Thinking about what her uncle had said during the day, she took a few glances at her aunt, and found that she really did look unusual.

"Are you okay?"

Yasmine asked softly. At this moment, she really hoped that her uncle was lying to her.

Before Mindy said anything, tears flowed down her cheeks and she knelt down in front of her niece, sobbing, "Yasmine, please save your uncle. This is the last time Auntie is begging you. It's really the last time..."

Yasmine's heart hit rock bottom instantly.

She looked at her uncle who was squatting in the corner with his head in his hands. It seemed that he had been driven into an impasse. The atmosphere in the average-sized house was filled with sadness.

"Is it true? Are you diagnosed with liver cancer, Auntie?"

Only then did Chuck Lorris get up and hand her a pile of hospital inspection reports. She looked at them one by one and suddenly yelled hysterically after she went through the pile, "Why? Why didn't you look for me this time like how you did when in trouble before? You can tell me if you need money. Why did you blindly choose to commit a crime?" Mindy cried and said, "We have caused you too much trouble before, so we are embarrassed to trouble you again. Your uncle did consider looking for you, but I stopped him. Anyway, I'm in the terminal stage. Who knows how long I can still live..."

"You didn't let him come to me, but you allowed him traffic drugs? Aren't you also causing me trouble now? If you came to me in the beginning, things wouldn't have been so complicated!"

Yasmine was extremely crestfallen. Her life was already in chaos, and her relatives around her made things even worse.

"Yasmine, your Auntie had no idea about the deal with Richie. I just couldn't bear watching her die. Now I have come around. It doesn't matter if you don't help me. If your Auntie dies, it's meaningless for me to live alone..."

"Shut up!"

Mindy turned her head and yelled at her husband angrily. She continued to beg her niece, "Don't listen to your uncle's nonsense. You must save him. He is your mother's only brother and your only relative in the world besides your father. If he is convicted, your mother in another world will not be at ease."

Yasmine fell into a painful struggle, and her determination began to waver. Her aunt was still pleading, "Yasmine, Yasmine, I beg you..."

Chuck could not bear seeing his wife cry, so he rushed over and hugged her. "Mindy, don't cry, your body can't bear it."

The couple cried on each other's shoulder bitterly. Yasmine looked at this scene blankly and actually felt envious. Although her uncle and aunt were mercenary and had many small weaknesses, the true love between them was rare and precious. At least it was something that she and her mother had never had before.

"Alright, stop crying."

She took out a bank card that was given to her by her mother-in-law from her bag, and stuffed it into her aunt's hand. "Take it. You must cure your illness."

"What about your uncle?"

Mindy asked with tears in her eyes.

She hesitated for a moment and answered with difficulty, "I won't let him suffer."

On the way back, the moonlight was dim and the stars were shining lightly. She walked alone slowly under the moonlight that could not warm her cold heart.

Thinking of her chaotic life, she really did not know how to sort it out.

She passed by a 24-hour grocery store and went in to buy a few cans of beer. She was ready to go home and get drunk to relieve all her anxiety. Although this was not what a disciplined teacher should do, but her teacher identity aside, she was just a bad woman who had a heart of revenge.

She got home at 11 o'clock and tiptoed upstairs. Sebastian Simons's room was pitch-black. Yasmine was afraid of waking him up, so she groped forward in the darkness. However, when she was halfway through, she heard a magnetic voice, "Stop." Suddenly, the lights in the room lit up. Sebastian was leaning on the bed and he lazily asked her, "What time is it?"

She did not speak, and his eyes shifted to the plastic bag in her hand. "What's that?"

"Beer."

Upon hearing that it was beer, he lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. Yasmine was shocked and thought that he was going to teach her a lesson, so she instinctively took two steps back. Then, he snatched the plastic bag from her hand.

"How did you know I wanted to drink?"

She opened her eyes wide in surprise and explained in a hurry, "I didn't buy it for you."

Sebastian did not take it seriously, sat down on the sofa, patted the seat next to him, and said, "It doesn't matter. We can drink together."

He opened a bottle briskly, tilted his neck backwards, and gulped down the beer. Yasmine shook her head helplessly and sat down beside him.

"Why do you want to drink?" she asked gloomily. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"Why do you want to drink?" Sebastian asked in reply.

"I'm in a bad mood." She said.

"I'm exactly the opposite." He replied.

She was stunned for a moment. "Don't tell me that you're in a good mood because I'm in a bad mood."

"That's right. I'm happy when you're in a bad mood." Yasmine glared at him dejectedly and said, "I knew that you didn't mean what you said. You were just saying the other day that you would treat me well, but here you are now, against me again."

"I'm not against you. It's just that I know why you're in a bad mood."

"You know why?"

Yasmine could not believe it.

"Isn't it because of him? The man who made out with you downstairs at Lily's house that day?"

"..." What was he talking about? Why did he get Scott Jules involved again?

"Women usually want to drink only when they are out of love. Tell me honestly. Did that guy dump you?"

She smiled bitterly and said, "You may think so, but it's not the case."

"Then what is it? You dumped him?"

"Stop making wild guesses. It has nothing to do with him."

Sebastian shrugged. "Like I care. Anyway, I'm not interested in your relationship with others."

Yasmine completely believed in these words. Not only was he not interested in her relationship with others, he was also dispassionate in everything about her.

"But, before we end this marriage, you're not allowed to go too far with other men. Even if you have meals with other men occasionally, make sure I don't see it. If I do, I won't treat it rationally." "Are you able to do what you asked me to do?"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever seen me having ambiguous relationship with any woman so far?"

Except for the incident with Linda, she really nothing to threaten him with. He did not explain himself that time, but she naturally knew it was Linda who seduced him, since she knew Linda better than anyone else.

"Is Abigail good at playing?"

Yasmine asked an off- topic question all of a sudden, and the beer in Sebastian's mouth immediately tasted bitter.

He pretended that he did not hear her and tilted his head backwards, as if he wanted to chug down the whole bottle. At this, Yasmine could not help but think that this woman must be very important to him. Otherwise, he would not have a somber look on his face at every mention of her, as if he had fallen into a swamp of pain.

"Can you tell me about the love story between you two? In fact, compared with your ex- wives, the woman I'm really interested in is the one who makes you feel worse than death."

"There's nothing to say."

Sebastian threw the empty bottle far away. He stood up and said, "It's late. Have a good rest."

He had always deliberately avoided sensitive topics. It seemed like there was still a big gap between them.

As Yasmine had alcohol and slept late, she woke up very late the next day. When she went out of the room, she found that she was not the last one to get up. She walked over and shook the person on the bed. "Hey, don't you need to go to the company today?"

He ignored her but she continued to shake him. "It's almost noon. Get up and go to work."

"You're a man. You can't be this dispirited just because of what I said last night, right?"

Sebastian finally could not bear it anymore. He sat up in annoyance and asked, "Why aren't you at work?"

She answered blankly, "It's summer vacation."

"So, civil servants can rest but we, the taxpayers, can't?"

"That's not true."

She pursed her lips and turned around to go downstairs.

After a night of pondering, Yasmine announced in a serious tone during lunch, "Mom and Dad, I'm travelling somewhere far later."

"Far?"

The whole family was quite surprised and naturally looked at the chief culprit. Sebastian met many judging eyes and said grumpily, "Why are you all looking at me? It has nothing to do with me."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with him. My university classmate is getting married and I'm invited to be a bridesmaid."

"Where is it? When are you coming back?" "T City. I'll be back in about two to three days."

"Are you going alone? Do you need someone to accompany you?"

"No, I can go on my own."

After Yasmine informed the whole family, she went upstairs to pack up. After a while, Sebastian came in lazily.

"Getting married on such a hot day... Your classmate hasn't gotten married before, has she? So keen!"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Do you think everyone is like you? Getting married as frequent as having a meal? A person who has had seven marriages won't be able to understand the joy and happiness one feels when getting married for the first time, and what's more, to one's beloved."

"Are you implying that I didn't let you experience such a feeling, so you want to compensate your deprivation with others' marriage?"

"So what if it's true?"

"Nothing. It's a pity that bridesmaids are bridesmaids after all. It's impossible for you to become the bride and the groom's eyes will only stay on the bride."

"That's not necessarily true. Haven't you heard of such a thing? Happiness can be contagious. When the people around you are happy, you will also be happy. Similarly, you will also be unfortunate if the people around you are unlucky. So now, I am going to go to the people who make me happy. Goodbye."

Yasmine took the three-o'clock flight to T City in the afternoon. However, to her surprise, when she arrived at the Lind family before the sky turned dark, she was told that Leighton Lind had run away from home.

When Richie's wife saw her, she said anxiously, "The boy is probably looking for you. You haven't come back to see him in a long time, and he has been talking about you all the time."

Yasmine was also very worried. "Since when was he gone?"

Richie took a hard drag on his cigar. "This afternoon. I was careless. At noon, he pestered me to take him to find you. I didn't agree as I thought he was just on a whim. Who would have thought that he really went to look for you."

"Then, what are you all going to do now?"

Madam Lind sobbed softly, "Uncle Richie and I were thinking of looking for him, then you came." She looked at Yasmine with a hint of blame, "Why didn't you come earlier? If you came here half a day or a day earlier, he wouldn't have run away from home."

Yasmine lowered her head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I didn't expect such a thing to happen."

"You didn't expect such a thing to happen, but wouldn't you expect that Leighton would be sad waiting for you? I figure you've been reading so much you don't care about Leighton anymore."

Richie scolded impatiently, "All right, it's not the time to argue about this. Let's find the boy first."

"You two stay at home, I'll go look for him alone."

"How is it possible? City B is so big, it will take you forever."

"It's all right. One of my friends' father is from the Ministry of Public Security. I can ask him for help."

After careful consideration, Richie agreed to her proposal. So, Yasmine went back to the airport immediately and was ready to take the midnight flight back. However, misfortunes never come singly. On the way back to the airport, it began raining heavily. After arriving at the airport, the staff told her that the last flight back to City B was cancelled due to the bad weather.