It seemed that Mark had read her mind. He glanced at Derek and said in a low voice, "You seem to
have talked a lot today. I know my own injury. You don't have to say anything."
Derek wanted to say something but stopped.
He took a look at Jasmine and said, "I'll leave first if there's nothing else." Then he picked up the
medical kit and left the villa.
Jasmine slowly raised her eyes and said indifferently, "In fact, you don't have to do this. You got hurt
because of me. You just woke up. And your wound was torn again. They said so because they worried
about you. You shouldn't blame him."
"Why shouldn't I blame him? It's none of his business." Holding Jasmine's hands, Mark said gently, "I'm
willing to hurt for you. You don't have to blame yourself or feel guilty. I will give you what I can give and
do what I can do for you, you just need to accept it at ease. As my girl, you just need to be happy."
Jasmine didn't know how to respond to the whispers of love Mark said.
In front of him, she was like a child who knew nothing and simple as a piece of blank paper.
She couldn't imagine how she got along with him in the past.
On the one hand, she wanted to remember everything in the past, and she was curious about what had
happened between them before. According to what Mark had said, they had been forced to get married
before. She really wanted to know why did Mark compromise and marry her, and why he fell in love
with her.
On the other hand, she was a little scared. She was afraid that the truth was different from what she
had imagined. She was afraid that the happiness in her heart would be shattered by everything in the
past.
Looking at Mark's eyes full of love, Jasmine made up an excuse and left.
It was too dangerous to be together with such a man, even though he didn't have any requirements. All
his actions and words were to respect and protect her. However, all these things were done from her
point of view, which made her feel more burdened.
She fled back to her room and lay straight on the bed. She looked at the ceiling quietly, but her mind
was in a mess.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Jasmine covered herself with the quilt and went crazy.
She couldn't stay here or go back. What should she do?!
On the second day, Jasmine couldn't fall asleep all night, so she got up early. After making breakfast,
she was ready to leave.
But when she was about to open the door, a low voice, as if holding back the anger, came from behind.
"It's so early. Where do you want to go?"
Jasmine felt suffocated and frowned. She slowly turned around and forced a smile that was uglier than
crying. "No! No! I just want to go out for a walk. Yes, just for a walk."
"Walk?" Mark chuckled. He could tell whether she was lying or not at a glance. If she wanted to lie to
him, she would have to practice for thousands of years. "Come and have breakfast with me. I will take
you to meet someone."
To meet someone?
"Who?"
"You'll know when we get there." Mark walked towards her. He put his arm around her neck and walked
towards the dining room.
Jasmine had thought that the breakfast would be finished in half an hour at most, but she didn't expect
that Mark would introduce his family to her while eating. It was just like the first time they two met on a
blind date. He introduced all the people in his family, as well as his experience from childhood to
adulthood, as well as his love history.
Jasmine rolled her eyes at him. He was really going to tell her every detail of his life.
It was already two hours later when they went out.
The car soon stopped at the gate of the women's prison. Looking at the sign, Jasmine asked
suspiciously, "Why do you bring me here? Are we going to meet someone in there?"
Nodding his head, Mark got out of the car. He walked around the front of the car, opened the door of
the passenger side and said, "Let's go. The person in here is very important to you."
"Me?"
With confusion, Jasmine followed Mark into the prison. Looking at the tall wall and the high-pressure
electric net on it, she could not help but feel a little scared when she heard the bark of the wolf dog.
Who on earth were they going to meet?
A prison guard or a prisoner here?
While she was lost in various fancies and conjectures, her hand was suddenly held by him, and a warm
feeling came from the palm of her hand. Looking sideways, Jasmine saw that the handsome face of
Mark looked domineering as an emperor.
With his presence, her slightly flustered heart instantly calmed down.
The prison guards came out to receive them respectfully, and then let them enter a guest room to wait.
After a while, a middle-aged woman in prison uniform was brought in by the police.
"Why are you here, Jessie?" Seeing Jessie, Ivy was so angry that she wanted to rush to her. Seeing
this, the prison guard immediately pressed her down and let her sit down in the chair.
Mark said, "I'm here. Don't try to hurt her. You should know that I have the ability to make you
disappear from this world."
Jasmine looked at Mark in surprise. How arrogant he was! Was it an obvious threat by saying that? He
was not afraid in front of the police!
As soon as she turned around, she met Ivy's eyes. All of a sudden, a series of scenes flashed through
her mind.
Her eyes seemed to be similar.
Ivy cast a glance at her. Then she turned to look at Mark and asked, "Why do you come to me all of a
sudden?"
"It was you who wanted to see us."
"Me? Are you out of your mind? Mark! Why did I want to see you?" She had thought of looking for him,
but every time she thought of the collapse of the Lin family, that Darren died for no reason, and she and
Ellie were imprisoned, she was so angry that she wanted to kill him.
It was all because of Jessie.
Hearing that, Mark didn't say a word. He knew that she must have something to ask him for help, or
she wouldn't have gone to find Sharon.
After a while, Ivy said, "Since you two are both here, I won't beat around the bush. I admit what I have
done in the past, and now I have received my retribution. I also knew that I am dying. The only thing I
can't let go of before I die is Ellie."
She turned to look at Jasmine, and her malicious and insidious eyes gradually softened, even with a
hint of pleading, "Jessie, I know it's my fault for you and your mother for the past ten years. If you want
to blame or hate me, just do it to me. Ellie is innocent. Now Ellie is the only one left in the Lin family
besides you. I hope you won't transfer all your hatred to her. Yes, she is a little unruly. She admires
vanity, but I taught her all these. It was my fault as her mother. Your mother's death really has nothing
to do with her. I forced her not to tell you. I beg you to pity her since she is your sister.
Please!"
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