Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead

Chapter 54

Chapter 54 Endure

Giancarlo pursed his lips. His gaze that landed on Jazmine’s deranged face was especially cold. If one looked closely, one could notice that there was more to his gaze.

Jazmine, who was laughing so hard that she was shedding tears, looked like someone driven to madness.

She looked frantic. “Giancarlo, good for you. I was so stupid when I fell for you back then. If I could time, I wish I had never known you.”

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Her decisive words along with her remorseful eyes stabbed Giancarlo’s heart as if they were invisible knives.

He was expressionless, and no emotions could be seen.

All the emotions in his heart were turned into pressure, spreading and filling the air.

Under such a great kind of powerful momentum, Yoselin was uneasy. She felt that her heart was squeezed by an invisible hand. She resisted the pressure and peeked at the man next to her several times.

She comforted herself at every glance.

She thought, he looks so gloomy. I guess he loathes Jazmine.

And she looks so pale. I’m sure she is in agony now.

The two must hate each other’s guts.

Suppressing the ecstasy in her heart, she went up to comfort Giancarlo, “Giancarlo, don’t be mad. I’m sure Ms. Gardner didn’t mean that. Besides, I know how wonderful you are.”

After saying that, she took a few steps toward Jazmine.

She said to Jazmine sincerely, “Ms. Gardner, don’t say that to Giancarlo. He is already working hard enough. As his wife, you have not only failed to take good care of him but also kept giving him trouble. You know what? This is outrageous.”

She cried as she spoke, grabbing her collar as if her heart was aching.

She could barely endure her sadness.

“And I feel so bad for him.”

Jazmine looked at Yoselin coldly. It was not the first time Yoselin had put on an act in front of her, and she was indifferent. She only resented the fact that though Yoselin was so bad at acting, Giancarlo still chose to

believe and protect Yoselin.

Jazmine thought, I guess this is the so–called true love.

Suppressing the sadness in her heart, Jazmine snorted, “What a pity. You never are Mrs. Tapia. Why don’t

you let him marry you?”

Her words choked Yoselin. She found it hard to breathe, and she did not even have the courage to look at

Giancarlo.

Yoselin thought, that’s right.

Why didn’t Giancarlo marry me?

He has kept urging Jazmine to give birth to a baby that’s going to belong to him and me. So what? That has nothing to do with us getting married.

Is he afraid that the baby will become an illegitimate child?

If we get married, the kid won’t be an illegitimate child. If we don’t get married, will the kid be mine? What

will our relationship be like?

Suddenly realizing that perhaps Giancarlo didn’t want to marry her, Yoselin could barely continue to smile.

She glanced at Jazmine’s gloating face, wishing she could rush over and tear Jazmine’s face to shreds right

away.

“Go back to the room,” Giancarlo coldly said, interrupting Yoselin’s thoughts.

Jazmine returned to her room and sat on the sofa. Her hands were still shaking from both anger and sadness. After sitting for an hour, when she gradually regained her senses, she always had a feeling that something

was not right.

She couldn’t name it exactly. It just kept troubling her.

Her phone rang suddenly, and she picked it up.

Yoselin’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“Good for you, being able to cause such a commotion under my watch. It’s quite impressive.”

Jazmine was not afraid at all. She mocked back, “Well, that’s the only way I can use to deal with those shameless people. Are you pissed off? Don’t pick on me. Go ahead and pester Giancarlo. Let him marry you. Don’t you find it strange that he hasn’t offered you a marriage after so long?”

When she asked Yoselin, in fact, Jazmine was puzzled as well.

Jazmine thought, why is he still holding on to our marriage? What good is it for him? How come he doesn’t

marry the woman he loves?

“No, because I know the reason. Jazmine, wait and see. By the way, I’m calling to tell you that your mother is

done for.”

Jazmine was instantly on the verge of losing it. “Yoselin!”

She heard nothing but the busy tone.

She tossed the phone away and rushed out, wanting to find Yoselin. If Yoselin dared to lay her hands on

Marin, Yoselin was bound to be the first one who suffered.

The bodyguards who had disappeared for a few days were now guarding the door. They were as cold as ever,

not allowing Jazmine to get out.

No matter how much Jazmine pleaded, they would not nod.

No matter how big a scene Jazmine caused, neither Giancarlo nor Yoselin showed up.

It was as if they were not here.

After trying to make a scene for a whole day, Jazmine was exhausted the next day, and it seemed that the bodyguards were a bit tired as well. Yet they were still stubbornly standing in situ, like a mountain that would stay there forever.

Jazmine had no choice but to drag her tired body to find her phone.

At first, Jazmine wasn’t going to bother Jennie anymore, but now she had to ask Jennie to go to the hospital

to check on Marin and make sure Marin was safe.

However, she couldn’t get through to Jennie.

She tried several times, yet nothing changed.

Right now, Jazmine was like a trapped beast. She could no longer suppress her feelings because of the violence that had risen from within. She kept yelling in the house to vent her emotions, and then she smashed everything that irritated her.

At the same time, Giancarlo was in the living room, and Yoselin was helping him with his tie.

The joy in Yoselin’s eyes was obvious.

She glanced at Giancarlo secretly, only to find gloominess and anger in his eyes. She didn’t know whether he was mad at Jazmine or something else.

She thought, in outsiders‘ eyes, he has always been calm and reserved. How come he changes because of

Jazmine’s venting?

If his change is because of Jazmine indeed, does that mean he cares about her after all? And on the contrary,

does he care about me as much as he claims?

Why can’t I feel his care for me at all?

Yoselin decided to sound him out.

Jazmine couldn’t find anyone to visit Marin in the hospital. She didn’t know what to do. After venting, she lay limp on the ground, staring at the ceiling.

She looked lifeless.

Outside the villa sounded the roar of the car’s engine, which soon died away.

She felt that she was the only one left in this world.

Silence, like a wild animal, lurked beside her, opened its mouth, and was ready to swallow her up at any

moment.

She heard a small noise outside the door.

She turned her head and watched something white push slowly under the door.

She rushed over and picked up the piece of paper.

There was only one sentence on the paper.

“I won’t give up.” It was David.

Jazmine was both surprised and worried. She thought, what a fool. Why is he here again?

Giancarlo calls all the shots right now, and no one can be a match for him, including the Berton family. No

matter how unwilling David is, nothing can be changed now.

She quickly wrote something down.

“Thank you. Please help me make sure my mom is safe.“Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.