Chapter 23


    Chapter 23 No One in the Mourning Hall


    There were hurried footsteps in the hospital corridor. From afar, Jennie saw the slender figure kneeling


    in the dark corridor, her head slightly lowered and her back straight.


    She was wrapped in sadness and despair, as if she had been abandoned by the world.


    Jennie could not help but feel sad. Suppressing the pain in her heart, Jennie softly called, “Jazmine?”


    Jazmine’s stiff body moved.


    With her face covered by messy hair, Jazmine slowly raised her head.


    Jennie couldn’t help but gasp. She subconsciously took Jazmine’s face in her hands and asked softly,


    “What’s wrong?”


    Her expression was full of despair. The light in her eyes was gone, and there were still tears and red


    blood at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t look like a human anymore.


    Jennie even feared it would freak Jazmine out if she was slightly louder.


    “I, dad…”


    Jennie almost cried out. She bit the tip of her tongue and used the pain in her mouth to calm herself.


    Jennie took Jazmine into her arms as gently as possible. “Jazmine, it’s not your fault. Don’t punish


    yourself like this. It makes my heart ache.”


    “Dead, right?”


    Jazmine said in a weak and hoarse voice, like a dying person.


    Hearing this, Jennie felt a burst of fear. She held Jazmine even tighter and anxiouslyforted her,


    “Robert slipped and fell. It


    really is not your fault. Before he died, he told me that he wanted you to be well. Jazmine, are you


    ignoring Robert’s words?”


    Jazmine suddenlyughed.


    She chuckled a few times in a low voice. “I am still alive.”


    At least, she was alive and kicking.


    Jennie couldn’t stand this any longer. She pulled Jazmine up, who was kneeling on the floor. Jazmine


    felt so bony that Jennie’s


    eyes were red again.


    Jennie bit her lips hard to hold back her tears. Then she put the fragile girl in her arms on the bed.


    However, Jazmine, who was like an abandoned rag doll, suddenly jumped up when she reached the


    bed.


    “I want to see Dad. He is calling me.”


    Jennie went cold and watched Jazmine walk out of the door with a nk expression.


    At the stairs.


    A slender and dark figure stood there as if it was rooted to the ground.


    Jazmine said, one word at a time, “I want to see my father.”


    She slowly got closer and closer to the figure and stepped on the broken ss that came out of


    nowhere. She paused when she


    walked past


    the figure. But she soon went on.


    There was suddenly blood on the ground.


    The blood followed Jazmine.


    She seemed unable to feel any pain.


    With the flickering light reflected in his eyes, he watched as she walked toward and past him with a


    bloodless and nk face.


    She just ignored him like this.


    Giancarlo clenched his hands, his fingertips white.


    With rage in his eyes, he stared at her slim figure that passed by and suddenly reached out and


    grabbed her hand.


    Her delicate body fell to the ground like an abandoned leaf that got no mercy. Her face instantly turned


    paler, and cold sweat oozed out of her forehead. The void on her face was reced by pain.


    Giancarlo subconsciously loosened his grip.


    The pain on Jazmine’s face became thicker as she fell silent.


    Jennie saw this and rushed over like mad. She held Jazmine by the shoulders and saw that the sweat


    on her forehead had increased. Jennie raised her head and red at Giancarlo. “Giancarlo, you are


    such a jerk. You were breaking her arms.”


    Jazmine put her cold hand on Jennie’s and said weakly, “Jennie, I want to see my dad.”


    She was so persistent. Even though she was in unbearable pain, she had to see her dad.


    Jennie couldn’t help but cry and roar at Giancarlo, “Giancarlo, what exactly has she done to you to


    deserve this? She only


    wants to see her father for thest time. Is it too much to ask?”


    Giancarlo pursed his thin lips, his deep eyes on the pale face, not saying a word.


    “I beg you,” Jazmine pleaded in a broken voice. It was heartbreaking.


    Jennie couldn’t care so much and helped Jazmine up. “I’ll take you to the doctor. Let’s treat your


    injuries first.”


    She pulled Jazmine but couldn’t move her.


    And Jennie didn’t dare to pull her too hard.


    Jennie knew that Jazmine was unwilling to leave.


    She was angry at Jazmine for begging Giancarlo and also worried about her condition. She gritted her


    teeth and growled, “Get


    up.”


    “Is this the only way for me to see my father?”


    She moved to kneel on the ground.


    Bang.


    She banged her head on the floor hard. The sound seemed to echo in the corridor.


    Then another bang.


    And she used even more strength. Jennie’s heart jumped. Jazmine’s cheeks were still pale, but her


    forehead had turned red.


    Again and again, blood came out of her forehead.


    Only then did Jennie see broken ss on the ground. Jazmine was literally banging her head on it.


    Scarlet blood flowed down her forehead. And when Jazmine banged her head again, the blood


    sshed all over her face..


    Giancarlo looked at her silently for a long time, then coldly snorted and walked past them.


    Outside a ward not far away, a cell phone silently retreated.


    Jennie saw that Jazmine was still banging her head on the ground restlessly as if she was a machine


    that couldn’t feel any pain.


    Jennies‘ heart ached so much that she pulled Jazmine to stop her. “He’s gone. And the bodyguards are


    not here. I’ll take you


    there.”


    In the car, Jennie looked back at Jazmine’s wound frequently. It kept bleeding. And Jazmine’s clothes


    had been dyed red by blood, but she seemed to be unaware of it and kept muttering.


    “I want to see Dad.”


    Just now, it was only a brief moment, but what happened was unbearable for Jennie to see. It was easy


    to imagine what kind of rtionship Jazmine had with Giancarlo.


    Jennie pped herself in the face.


    She stepped on the elerator and drove Jazmine to the funeral home.


    The funeral home was terribly quiet in the middle of the night, and the dim lights looked spooky and


    terrifying.


    The mourning hall was empty.


    Robert’s photo was ced in the middle of the table, and the smoke from the burning candle was


    slowly dissipating.


    Jazmine’s legs were weak, and she couldn’t stop trembling. She stared at the photo with bloodshot


    eyes.


    It was a headshot, and it was taken when he was young. He was very handsome at that age, and his


    eyes were bright. He looked so confident and ambitious.


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    Jazmine slowly touched the photo with trembling hands. Just as her fingertips were about to reach it,


    her body was suddenly overturned by a force. Her heart and body were already injured. She was


    caught off guard and fell backward.


    The back of her head hit the ground, and she suddenly couldn’t hear anything.


    She could only see her mother, who was full of grief and indignation, brandishing her hands at her


    desperately.


    If Jennie hadn’t held her back, would that p have hit her?


    After a moment, her hearing returned.


    “Where did you get the cheek toe? Your father died because of you. You piece of shit, get the fuck


    out of here.”


    Since her always kind mother said so, then it must be her who was responsible for her dad’s death.


    “Madarn, that’s not fair. Jazmine didn’t want to see this happen. It was all Giancarlo’s fault.” Jennie felt


    sorry for Jazmine and couldn’t help speaking up for her.


    Marin cried, “That’s her husband, the man she would give up everything to marry. If not for him, Robert


    wouldn’t have died. I might as well die with him!”