Chapter 5
Jasmine wiped ‘the tear stains from her face, hiding the panic in her darting eyes.
Perhaps emboldened by the lack of surveillance in the hospital room, a flash of malice flickered across her gaze.
But when she looked up again, she was back to her usual delicate, pitiable appearance.
“D–Did you forget, Shawn? She’s done things like this before!”
She had told him about the time she brought tea leaves as a gift when visiting our home, and how I supposedly tried to pour the scalding hot liquid on my son’s hand, even trying to frame her for it.
That was when Shawn came back and saw me splashing tea on Aster, so he didn’t fall for it.
As this incident was brought up, the cold hostility in Shawn’s eyes faded somewhat.
Meanwhile, I clenched my hands so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.
That time, Jasmine was the one who had kicked me hard under the sofa, causing me to stumble and accidentally splash the tea I
was serving her on Aster’s hand.
Come to think of it, she’d just finished typing out a message on her phone before she kicked me, and smiled. In hindsight, she had
clearly gotten information that he was about to go in the door.
Events like this were a dime in a dozen, and Shawn’s attitude towards me turned from protective, to disappointment, until he lost
all patience for me.
Not only did he believe that I was a vicious, manipulative witch, he even thought that I brainwashed Aster whenever the boy
jumped to protect me..
I couldn’t hold it anymore, swinging my palm toward Jasmine’s face, but my translucent hand passed through her head cleanly,
not causing even the slightest bit of damage.
