Yasmin Vernon lay quietly on the hospital bed, her face deathly pale, devoid of any blood color. She slept there peacefully, her serene face inexplicably making people uneasy.
As if this sleep of hers would last forever, never to awaken again.
Emma Aiden looked over following his gaze, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
"Since you feel this way, why don't you tell Yasmin? She thinks you despise her for being tainted, unwilling to believe the child is yours. She..." Emma choked up, unable to continue, leaning into Harrison Yale's embrace.
Recalling what Yasmin Vernon had said to her that day, she felt an infinite sense of guilt inside.
At that time, she clearly knew Yasmin was emotionally unstable. Why did she let her leave?
She should have kept Yasmin and tried persuading her. If she had just talked to her, perhaps Yasmin wouldn't have reached the point of no return...
