Fated love: the unwanted bride

At the foot of the bed stood a woman in a white lab coat.

The woman had a mask on, and Jasmine instinctively sat up in protest.

Before long, Spencer Childe walked in.

“Awake? Give her a physical check-up,” commanded Spencer Childe.

“Okay.” The woman doctor put on gloves.

Jasmine was highly resistant, but she was helpless.

If Yolanda Fern was still in Landon, she wouldn’t die so quickly.

What about that bastard, Joe Heath? Had he figured out that she was missing?

Jasmine suddenly wanted to laugh, and cry.

But Sylvan Cheney had taken Joe’s phone. Could he find out?

She pondered for quite a while last night – if Joe could take her out, she would cherish her life, and never trust anyone so easily again.

Yet, she feared that she might not have the chance to get out alive.

“Doctor, did you drive here?” Jasmine asked casually.

“Elder Childe gave me a lift,” the doctor responded blandly.

“Are you and Chris Fern colleagues?”

“Yes.”

Jasmine found this woman doctor much more agreeable.

Spencer Childe looked stern: “No one talk to her!”

With that, he left.

As soon as Spencer left, Jasmine chuckled and turned to the doctor again: “How long does it take from your hospital to here?”

“One hour.”

“One hour? That’s quite long. You must be tired, aren’t you?”

“Not at all.” The doctor refrained from saying much.

Jasmine pondered, this place seemed rather remote. Very remote indeed.

Could she escape?

“Doctor, which floor are we in?”

“Third. Don’t you know?” The doctor seemed surprised.

“Oh, I guess I just blanked out.” Jasmine smiled, rubbing her forehead.

The doctor didn’t grow suspicious. This girl in front of her seemed so well-behaved.

Maybe she was some relative of Elder Childe.

The doctor began to examine Jasmine, who decided to keep silent.

“I’m hungry. Doctor, can you ask them to prepare some breakfast?” Jasmine looked at her.

“Alright, I’ll let them know.”

The doctor didn’t suspect anything and left immediately.

As soon as she left, Jasmine leapt out of bed.

The doctor’s medical box was on the ground. Jasmine quickly went through it, finding some medicine.

She was fast, her heart hammering in her chest.

She was still trembling as she hid the medicine.

The doctor hadn’t returned yet, so she closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart.

“Alright, I’ve told them. Once the examination is over, you can eat.”

“Thanks.” Jasmine opened and closed her eyes again.

“No problem”

Time ticked away slowly.

Finally, the doctor took off her mask and washed her hands.

“Your health is fine, except that…you had a miscarriage?” The doctor asked.

Jasmine was stunned for a moment, then slowly nodded.

That incident was like a thorn in her heart.

And now it had been picked at again.

“You didn’t take care of your body after the miscarriage, did you?” The doctor seemed regretful.

“What do you mean?” Jasmine was confused.

“There might be difficulties if you want to be pregnant again.” The doctor sighed again.

At first, Jasmine felt like she had been struck by thunder.

But after a while, she smiled: “There will be no ‘again’.”

What ‘again’? If she couldn’t escape, she would die here.

“Don’t think like that. You are still young..”