To keep me company, my son had suffered hunger and cold these past few days.
My poor son, who’d been living in luxury his entire life.
After everything, his hands were already swollen beyond recognition.
Now, as he pounded on the door, his skin split open, smearing fresh blood on the wood.
I cried out, begging him not to do this. He shouldn’t beg that witch for me!
I was already dead…
Unfortunately, souls couldn’t speak.
Suddenly, the door of the ward opened. Jasmine was sitting there, elegantly sipping on a bowl of nourishing soup.
“Let him in.”
Like a cub being caught by the scruff, the bodyguard outside dragged him into the room by the collar of his shirt, before throwing him on the ground in front of Jasmine.
Jasmine carefully examined her newly manicured nails. “You want me to save your mother, boy?”
Seeing him nod vigorously, she smirked.
“Kneel down in front of me and beg for forgiveness on her behalf, and I’ll call the doctors.”
