The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 230

That night, Yasmine turned back and forth on the bed, but she didn't ask Sebastian about anything. If he didn't want her to worry, she couldn't let him down.

She called Fynn at noon the next day when Sebastian was out. She went straight to the point and asked him, "Did Sebastian encounter any problem these days?"

Fynn Jaymond didn't say anything. Obviously, he didn't want to tell her.

"Do you really love Tiffany? Do you know how worried you can be when you love someone? Fynn, if you really love Tiffany, please tell me about it."

Yasmine's words shocked Fynn a little. Fie sighed softly, "Yes, we encountered some problems."

"What happened?"

"It's all because of your sister, Linda. She's always against us. President Sebastian had initially planned to take over the shares in Claudine's hands within a month. Now, because of Linda's intervention, the plan had not gone well. Claudine also took the opportunity to make a mess. There were some issues with the construction of the border town. Ah... In short, President Sebastian is facing trouble from both sides." This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Yasmine's heart ached terribly. She just knew that Sebastian might be troubled, but she didn't expect it to be so serious. No wonder he was frowning so deeply last night. He must have been extremely exhausted. After all, he was taking care of everything on his own.

After ending the conversation with Fynn, Yasmine went back to the office to organize things on her desk. She then left the company with her bag.

There was only one thought in her mind at that moment. She drove fast and stopped in front of a villa. It was a place which she had stayed at for nearly a decade. However, it was not a nostalgic

place for her.

Standing in front of the door of the villa, she could not help but admit that Linda had really turned the tables this time. This house, which had been sealed by the court, had actually been redeemed.

After taking a deep breath, she stepped into the living room. An unfamiliar- looking servant came forward and asked, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

"Is Master Taylor here?" She asked with a poker face.

"Master Taylor is in the study. Please wait for a moment. I'll inform him of your arrival."

Yasmine walked to the couch and sat down. This place was still the same as what she had remembered. After a while, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind her. She slowly raised her head. Her eyes met Henry Taylor's.

Henry's face immediately darkened upon seeing her. He then asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you."

"You're here to see if I'm dead, right?" Henry's question was filled with sarcasm. It was not difficult to hear his resentment towards Yasmine.

"Do you think that you would still be alive if whatever I wished for could come true?"

Yasmine refuted calmly, rendering Henry speechless.

He knew clearly that there was an anonymous person who sent him food and clothes when he was in the prison over the past few years. Although that person had never appeared before him, he knew that it was Yasmine.

Yasmine had left B City for two years, but she still took good care of her father. She couldn't send things to the prison in person but she still sent them by express delivery.

She had never expected Henry to be grateful to her. She was just doing what a daughter should do, even though she completely had the right to ignore this heartless man.

"Tell me, why are you here?"

After a moment of silence, Henry broke the silence. He was sure Yasmine would not appear in this house without any reason.

"You should persuade your precious daughter, Linda."

"What did she do?"

"She has been fighting against Sebastian. I know it's futile to look for her, so I could only put my hopes on you."

Henry lowered his eyes, "Linda is not as powerful as you thought she is." "She is not powerful. She just found a powerful man."

"What do you want me to do then?"

"I said, I hope you could stop her. The reason why you could still stand on this land is that I showed mercy at the beginning. Do you want to force me to the edge now?"

"Are you saying we should be grateful to you?"

A sarcastic voice came from behind her. She turned around in surprise and saw Linda standing at the door with two bodyguards.

"Linda,"

Henry stood up. His gaze was completely different from when he saw Yasmine. It was a father's eyes that doted on his daughter. The sight of it stung Yasmine's heart deeply.

"Dad, it seems that I have to arrange a few doorkeepers for you. Otherwise, strangers might show up at our house unannounced."

Yasmine was calm, unrattled by her words. This was not the first time she had encountered Linda's sarcasm.

"Why did you come to our house? I'm really curious, how do you still have the gut to cross the door of our house?"

Linda stood in front of Yasmine like a queen with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Yasmine thought for a moment, stood up, and looked at Henry. "It seems that our conversation today ends here. I'll see you another day."

"Stop." Linda shouted at her coldly, "Do you think our house is a hotel that you can come and go as you want?"

She walked up to Yasmine, "You're here to beg my father to persuade me not to go against Sebastian, aren't you?" She smiled ironically and said, "You should beg me instead. What's the use of asking my father? You have thrown my father into jail for several years. Do you think he would still be willing to help you?"

Yasmine didn't want to talk with her, so she walked past her silently.

"Kneel. As long as you kneel before me, the grudge between you and me will be written off. In the future, we will not interfere with each other's lives anymore."

"In your dreams."

She turned her head and glared at Linda.

"Don't blame me for being heartless then."

Linda made a gesture, and two bodyguards standing at the door immediately stopped Yasmine.

"What do you want?"

"I said, kneel. Then, all the bad things you have done to our family will be written off."

Yasmine was trapped. She suppressed the anger in her heart and looked at her father. "Are you just going to watch and doing nothing about this? Or do you want me to kneel to her as well?"

Henry chose to remain silent. He did not say anything.

Yasmine was completely disappointed in her father's attitude. She questioned Linda coldly, "What if I refused to kneel?"

The two bodyguards came forward and held her arms, trying to force her to kneel on the ground.

"Let me go. If you dare to hurt the baby in my belly, Sebastian will kill you!"

Yasmine struggled.

"I heard that you were infertile. Now that you have a baby, you should cherish it more. Since you cherish it, you should be aware of the situation. Kneel on the ground before me, and it will be the end. I won't force you like how you had forced me and my mother to kneel in front of your mother's grave for a day. As long as you kneel before me willingly, then everything will be settled."

"I've told you, in your dreams!"

Yasmine's tough attitude infuriated Linda. She ordered viciously, "Since she doesn't want to kneel, make her!"

The two men held Yasmine's arms again. Perhaps they were afraid of hurting the baby in her belly, so they didn't dare to use too much strength. The three of them were in an impasse. Yasmine looked at Henry for the second time. When she realized that her father was still ignoring her, the resentment and grievance that had been stuck in her heart for many years suddenly burst out...

With a sudden surge of unknown strength, Yasmine broke free from the hands that were holding her down. She rushed to her father and grabbed his collar, questioning, "Am I not your daughter? Isn’t my blood the same as the blood flowing in your body? How could you not even blink when you see me in this situation? If you hate me so much, why did you let me come to this world? Do you know how many years have I suffered because of your irresponsibility? When I was seven, I washed dishes in a dirty night market. I watched you drive past in front of me. Have you never felt a trace of guilt in your heart? When I was ten, my mother led me to your door and asked you to take me in. I stayed with my mother for two days without food and water. Have you never thought that I would be hungry? That the child will be hurt by her father's ruthlessness? When I was twelve, when you and your wife locked me in a dark room, when you removed the oxygen mask on my mother’s face, have you never thought about me? For eight years, you watched as your wife and daughter tortured me. Have you never thought about my feelings even once? Have you ever felt remorseful for ruining a woman's life and also your daughter's childhood? Just because I kept it all to myself doesn’t mean that I was okay about it. Although I didn't say anything, it doesn’t mean that I did not feel hurt. I'm still a human. I would feel sad when I can’t get my father's love. But why? You don’t even realize your wrongdoings until now. When will you see the hurt in me..."

Yasmine almost cried. Every word she said was heart-wrenching and her voice was cracking. Even the two burly men behind her were touched by her words.

Henry finally lost his calm. First, his face was pale, then, he felt guilty. He had once felt bad about it before... Yasmine wiped the tears on her face away and spoke again, "As you can see, I am finally beginning to have a happy life. Is my happiness so intolerable to you? Why do you want me to live in h*ll? This is the first time I vent my anger and dissatisfaction in me, and it will also be the last. Ever since my mother passed away, I have told myself that I'm an orphan. And that fact will never change. I don't feel regretful, but it felt as if the weight on my shoulders had lifted off. I finally said what I thought I would never say to you."