Chapter 9

Jasmine lay in silence, staring at the ceiling without saying a word. A sudden surge of anger flared in Caesar's chest. He was just about to speak when a nurse rushed in. "Mr. Snee, Ms. Harding is crying out in pain again…" "Think about what you've done," Caesar said, turning to leave. "Stop causing trouble." The days that followed were eerily quiet. Sabrina sent photos every day—pictures of Caesar caring for her—but Jasmine didn't react at all. Not until the day she was discharged, when Sabrina showed up in person. "Out in just three days, huh?" Sabrina said with a smirk, shaking her bandaged right hand. "Do you know how long I have to stay because of this cut? If Caesar hadn't spent a fortune flying in a specialist from abroad, my hand would've been ruined." "You deserved it," Jasmine replied coldly. Sabrina suddenly smiled. "What are you even trying to be tough for, Jasmine? You're crazy about Caesar, aren't you? How did it feel, knowing he was the one who sent you to jail? T