Aster frowned. “Mommy did nothing wrong! You were the one who pushed her down the stairs, I saw it!”
Jasmine’s expression suddenly became ice-cold, and she waved her hand, gesturing for the bodyguards to throw him out. “Fine, then go watch your mother die.”
Aster panicked, his eyes red as tears fell down his cheeks. “I’ll do it! I’ll say sorry!”
And so, I watched as my son kneeled down in front of Jasmine. My heart felt like it was being stabbed with knives a thousand times over, and I wanted nothing more than to run over and hold him in my arms.
He was Shawn’s only son, and the heir to Dawson Group, yet he was being played for a fool!
It was my fault as a mother for not protecting him…
Jasmine covered her mouth, jeering. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
My son wiped his tears and bent down, heavily knocking his head on the floor. “Ms. Stark, get mad at me, not Mommy!”
The ward was warm, with the heating on full blast, and Jasmine wore only a thin white dress.
Yet, my son was sweating profusely from the heat.
Jasmine’s heart was as cold as ice. She shot a glance at the bodyguard.
“Didn’t you eat? Put your back into it!”
The bodyguard understood what she wanted and walked forward, clamping Aster’s neck with his hand and smashing him towards the ground.
Aster let out a pained cry as his head hit the tiles with a loud thump.
After a few times, a large bump appeared on his forehead, swollen, bruised and purple.
Sweat mixed with blood, clumping his hair together in a tangled mess, and he was in a poorer condition than a beggar.
I screamed and pounced at the bodyguard, shouting at him not to hurt my son, but my arms phased through his body time and time again.
I couldn’t save my son. I couldn’t even let my furious cries be heard.
Jasmine waved her hand again, gesturing for him to stop. “Don’t kill him, now.”
Aster’s eyes were closed, his breathing weak. With a trembling hand, he tried the best he could to reach into the pocket of his down jacket, pulling out a toy with much difficulty. Along with motion, an accessory that looked like a little golden pig clattered onto the floor at his feet.
