The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 88

Under the dazzling neon lights, a young woman stood in the middle of the road with no concern of the flashing red light. The traffic was heavily congested. The people sitting in the car leaned out and shouted, "Get out of the way now."

It was as if Yasmine Taylor couldn't hear anything as she continued to walk forward like a zombie. When the light turned green, a SUV rushed towards her direction. At that critical moment, a figure carried her away at the speed of light. She slowly raised her head and she was happy that her goal had been achieved. But unfortunately, she couldn't see the familiar warmth that she used to feel in that person's eyes.

"If you want to die, don't do it in front of me."

Sebastian Simons grabbed her harshly by the wrist and threw her aside. Yasmine was not discouraged at all. She stabilized her breath and walked towards the middle of the road again. Sebastian's anger was completely ignited. "Do you have a problem with your brain? There are many ways to die. Why do you have to do it here?"

"I like to do it this way, okay?"

Yasmine looked at him with sadness in her eyes. When her tears rolled down her cheeks, she moved forward again. Another car rushed towards her. Sebastian couldn't bear to see her die in front of him, so he dragged her back. Because of the rushing force of the car, the two of them were flung to the ground a distance away. Sebastian suffered from a scratch on his arm and blood oozed out.

"Beep beep"-

The ear- piercing sound of the horns intertwined with each other under the night sky. A long queue of cars were formed behind Sebastian's car. Several impatient drivers stretched their necks out of

their car and cursed, "Go home and quarrel. Don't block my way here."

"F*ck you! Jump off a building if you want to die..."

As more and more people expressed their dissatisfaction, Sebastian knew that they had aroused the public's indignation. He grabbed Yasmine's arm and put her in the back seat of the car. He then started the engine and drove away...

He drove the car to the beach and got off the car without any expression on his face. Then he opened the rear door and pulled Yasmine out of the car. He threw her on the beach without any mercy and said coldly, "Remember, don't show up in front of me again from now on."

"Does that mean that you want to divorce me?"

Yasmine choked as she questioned Sebastian. Her hands supported her weak body to get up from the sand.

"Do you think it's still necessary to continue with this marriage?"

Sebastian asked with a sneer. His coldness in his eyes were something Yasmine had never seen before. Even in those days of torture, he had never been so cold. "I won't divorce you, you know that."

He sneered and said, "It doesn't matter. If you like to live a lonely life then no one will stop you."

"Do you have to be so ruthless? If I apologize to you, can you listen to my explanation calmly?"

"No, I don't want to hear any apology from a hypocritical woman, because even if you say anything, you will still sound like a hypocrite."

Sebastian glanced at her coldly for the last time, then turned around and sat in the car. He started the engine and was about to leave.

Yasmine rushed forward to stop his car and said loudly, "If you really want to leave, then you'll have to crush me first."

He pushed the door open angrily, grabbed her neck and pressed her against the car. "Yasmine, It's not like I had not given you any chances to explain for yourself and I've even given you a chance so that I can forgive you. It's you who gave up on all the chances. So now, don't pester me like this without any dignity. I'm not interested in your explanation anymore."

He shook off Yasmin's hand forcefully and threw her onto the sandy ground once again. With a whoosh, he started the engine and left.

Watching his car gradually disappearing from her sight, Yasmine's tears, which had been welling up in her eyes could not help but to flow out uncontrollably. Suddenly, she ran along the coast so that she could exhaust all of her strength so that she wouldn't have the energy to be sad anymore.

After running for an unknown period of time, she exhaustedly fell asleep on the beach, just like that night, a long time ago, when she and Sebastian looked at stars under the night sky. She put her hands under her head and stared at the twinkling stars before her. As she thought of that night, crystal- like teardrops fell from the corner of her eyes. How much more effort should she put in to get a glimpse of hope? After facing one after another failure,she was confused. She thought.

Why, was there only endless of darkness before her...

Yasmine fell ill after returning home from the beach. She hadn't been eating and sleeping well, and in addition to that her mental health was not good either, that was why she had finally succumbed to illness. The sea breeze that night was so strong that it was as cold as Sebastian's eyes when it

blew on her thin and frail body. She had caught a cold and could not even do the things that she normally did.

When Lily Adams learned that she was ill, she came to visit her immediately. Looking at her friend who was panting in bed, she was distressed and sad. She scolded angrily, "I told you not to be honest with him but you insisted on doing so. Now, are you happy? Even after that, did Sebastian forgive you?"

"I can't hide anything forever. Do you think that he will never know if I don't say it?" Yasmine asked in a weak voice.

"Then how did he know?"

"It's not important. What's important is that he already knows it." "Is he determined not to forgive you?"

"Yes."

Lily felt sorry for her friend. "It doesn't matter if he doesn't forgive you. He's not the only man in the world. Scott Jules asked me about you this morning, he..." Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

"That's enough." Yasmine rubbed her forehead and said, "I don't want to hear any of this now."

"Then what are you going to do now? Are you leaving? If you don't have a place to go, you can come to my place."

"There's no need."

Yasmine's eyes were full of exhaustion. Lily could not bear to increase the burden in her heart anymore. She got up and said, "Have a good rest then. I'll come to see you again another day."

"Okay."

Lily sighed, turned around and went downstairs. As she got to the ground floor, Madam Simons kindly asked her, "Stay for dinner before you leave alright?"

"No, thanks. I have got something else to do."

She waved her hands and glanced at the direction of the stairs. "Please take good care of Yasmine. She had gone through a lot."

"There's no need to say that. Yasmine is my daughter-in-law. I love her as much as I love my daughter."

Lily nodded. Before she got out of Mansion House, her cell phone rang. When she saw that it was Scott, she sighed and answered the call. "Hello?" "How is she?"

"Not good."

"Does she have any plans?"

"I don't know, but I don't think she intends to leave that house."

Scott was silent. After a long time, he said, "Okay, got it."

After hanging up the phone, Lily felt very disappointed. If Scott could just care about her like how he did for Yasmine, even for a second, there would not be any regrets in her life anymore.

On the third day after Yasmine had fell ill, Tiffany went to the company. Of course, no one would dare to stop her.

She went straight to the president's office on the ninth floor. When Fynn saw her, he was slightly surprised. He stood up and asked, "Tiffany, why are you here?"

"Where is my brother?"

"President Sebastian is in a meeting."

"Then I'll wait for him here."

Fynn got her a glass of water and asked, "Why do you look so worried? Did something happen?"

"It's not like you don't know what happened to our family."

Fynn was stunned and comforted her, "It doesn't matter. There is no husband and wife who don't quarrel with each other. Your sister- in- law and brother are adults. I believe that they will be able to handle their relationship well." Tiffany raised her head, blinked her big clear eyes and asked, "Fynn, do you think I'm just a child in your eyes?"

"Aren't you a child? You're only 18 years old."

"I am eighteen years old, but I'm not an eighteen-year-old child, I'm an eighteen-year-old woman. Even if you don't look at me as a woman, at least, don't treat me like a child."

Tiffany put the glass down and pushed open the door of her brother's office. With a bang, she closed the door, expressing her dissatisfaction.

She sat in the office and waited for half an hour. Sebastian came back after the meeting. When she saw that the person she had been waiting for had returned, she immediately ran to him and asked, "Brother, why haven't you been home for a few days?"

"What's the matter?"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows coldly, and dark stubble could be vaguely seen on his defined face. Therefore, his sister thought that his brother must have been in a bad mood.

"Yasmine is ill. She has been ill for several days already. Do you want to go back home and see her?"

Sebastian's lower eyelashes trembled a few times. "If she is sick, she should go see a doctor. What's the use of looking for me?"

"But Yasmine is sick because of you. As long as you go back and see her, she will recover soon."

"I don't have the time." He refused Tiffany without any hesitation. He was indifferent, be it whether he was pretending to be or he was really indifferent about what had happened to Yasmine.

Tiffany was anxious and said, "Brother, please don't be so heartless. Even if sister-in-law had lied to you, her love for you is real. Because she hurt you, she is having a hard time now."

"Did she send you here to persuade me? If that is the case, then go out now. I don't have time to listen to anything about her."

"Brother, I'm not here to persuade you for my sister-in-law. I'm just here to inform you that she's ill.She's really ill, why don't you go back and have a look at her? I'm begging you..."

"Is that woman really that great? So great that you have to come plea for her? What do you know? You're just a half-grown up child. You've never seen the hypocrisy in this world. I will give you a piece of advice because you are my sister. 'Never ever idealise people and things.'"

Tiffany was already upset when Fynn had called her a child. Now that her brother had also mentioned about the same thing, she couldn't help but shout angrily, "Who is the child? Don't you think that just because you are older than me by a few years then you can act like you are better than me? According to my observation, when you so-called adults are facing an emotional crisis, you are not any better than a three-year-old child in handling it!"