Chapter 3

After making up her mind, Jasmine slept soundly that night.

When she woke up, Sean wasn't there, and neither was Kayla. The housekeeper told her they had left together after breakfast.

Jasmine didn't care whether they left together or not. She sat at her vanity, carefully applying makeup to cover the sickly paleness on her face.

This way, no one would notice anything wrong with her health.

The phone rang, showing Kevin's name on the screen.

"Ms. Harris, I've sent you the divorce agreement. Please review it," Kevin's voice came through the receiver.

Jasmine received the file, gave it a quick glance, and hastily added her electronic signature.

"Please print it out and send it to Helix Technologies."

A divorce agreement—perhaps it would set them both free. She was too tired. Regardless of who was right or wrong in the past, this was it. Not seeing each other might mean fewer conflicts.

This grand gift should make Sean quite happy when he sees it.

Jasmine went to the hospital again. When she left, she was holding two prescriptions the doctor had given her—one to terminate the pregnancy, one to suppress the tumor.

The doctor had given her an ultimatum: the brain tumor was pressing on her nerves. If she didn't have surgery immediately, her life would be in danger at any moment. But the anesthesia and radiation therapy involved in the surgery would be fatal to the fetus—the baby wouldn't survive and would have severe deformities. With trembling hands, she looked at the 'Abortion Procedure Informed Consent Form'—the heaviest piece of paper she'd ever signed in her life.

Meanwhile, in the CEO's office at Helix Technologies, assistant Amy was sorting through packages delivered by the front desk. When she saw the envelope with the Kevin Law Group logo, she casually opened it and her expression immediately darkened.

"Divorce agreement?" Amy let out a cold laugh, her gaze shifting to Kayla, who was nearby adjusting schedules with her head down. She knew all too well how Kayla had been "working hard" to get close to the CEO lately.

If this document reached Sean now, given his suspicious nature, he would definitely blame everything on Jasmine, and might even reconsider this marriage out of guilt.

Since Kayla wanted to become Mrs. Gray, this agreement should never see the light of day. A calculating gleam flashed in Amy's eyes as she casually stuffed the envelope behind a stack of old tax forms at the bottom of the filing cabinet outside the CEO's office.

After doing this, she calmly arranged the sorted documents as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, Jasmine had no idea her "gift" had been intercepted. Looking at her phone, she just felt exhausted. It would be a lie to say she wasn't sad at all, but she didn't have time to grieve now. Since she didn't know when she might be gone, she had to arrange everything before that happened.

On her way to the office, she turned the steering wheel and drove to a nursing home in the suburbs.

Before seeing her grandfather, she first found the director.

"This is five years' worth of care fees. I'm prepaying them now. I've also set up a fund that will provide regular payments each year. I'm entrusting my grandfather to your care." Jasmine handed over a check.

Having someone pay so much at once naturally pleased James Smith: "Don't worry, Ms. Harris. Your grandfather has dedicated caregivers at our facility. Nothing will go wrong."

Jasmine nodded with a smile: "Thank you, Director Smith. If there's any problem with my grandfather and you can't reach me, please contact this number first."

She handed over a backup contact card.

As for the other person...

Her fingertips paused on a business card in her bag, but she ultimately didn't take it out.

Whether Logan Jones would be willing to help her was still unknown.

When she saw Michael Harris, he waved at her: "Olivia, you're here? It's been a while since you came to see me, hasn't it?"

Jasmine's nose stung. She turned her head away to hide her vulnerability, quickly adjusting to her most natural smile: "Grandpa, I'm Jasmine."

Michael frowned at her: "Oh, it's Jasmine? Look at my memory. Why have you lost so much weight recently? And why do you look so pale?"

Jasmine smiled in response: "I'm fine, really. I'm eating well and sleeping well. Grandpa, the weather's nice today. Let me take you out to get some sun."

Michael was silent for a moment, then turned his head to ask: "Jasmine, have you seen Olivia? Olivia hasn't come in so long. Where did she take Tina? I miss them."

Jasmine's nose stung, and tears spilled from her eyes. Grandpa was gradually forgetting that Olivia Harris, her twin sister, had died three years ago.

Seeing Jasmine cry, Michael was clearly flustered: "Don't cry. Why are you crying? Where's my candy? Here, have a candy and stop crying."

Jasmine smiled through her tears: "I'm not crying. Just got some sand in my eye. Grandpa, I have to go away for a while in a few days. You stay here at the nursing home and be good."

"When will you be back?" Michael's aging face was full of hopeful inquiry.

Come back?

Would she even have a chance to come back?

Jasmine forcefully suppressed the bitterness in her heart, not letting tears betray her feelings, and smiled in response: "It might be a while, but don't worry, I'll arrange everything for you and Tina beforehand."

When she left the nursing home, she drove to a company entrance and stood outside, hesitating, not daring to take another step.

"You can't back out of what you promised, okay? Tonight you're mine." A sweet female voice suddenly reached her ears as a woman in a tight dress with a hot figure walked out while talking.

"Got it. I'll come over after work." A magnetic male voice followed.

The voice was very familiar—so familiar that even with her eyes closed, she could imagine the doting smile on his face, down to the exact curve of his lips.

The man who came out with his arm around the woman obviously saw Jasmine too. The smile on his face froze, and the moment his eyes met Jasmine's, his handsome brows furrowed.

"Logan, what's wrong? Do you know each other?" The woman's voice took on a displeased tone, naturally becoming defensive as she looked at Jasmine with unfriendly eyes.

Jasmine opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but couldn't find her voice for a moment.

"An acquaintance—not very close, I guess. Maybe not even a friend." Logan quickly masked his surprise, his indifferent response like a thorn piercing deep.

The woman pouted, her sweet voice carrying a warning: "Old friends are fine, as long as she's not one of your exes."

Logan leaned down and planted a deep kiss on her lips: "Chloe, when have I ever lied to you?"

Jasmine instinctively glanced at the woman he was holding tightly—this must be Chloe Williams, the sole heir of the Williams Group. Her father, John Williams, had made his fortune with core communication technology software.

Currently, the Williams Group not only owned branded communication companies but was also entering the field of bionic technology. At a company product launch, they had claimed that within three years, they would develop the most intelligent bionic robot. In the tech industry, they were considered leaders.

Pulling herself together, Jasmine tried to make her smile flawless: "Logan, can we talk?"

Logan looked at her impatiently: "What is there for us to talk about?"

Chloe looked Jasmine up and down with interest, her eyes showing contempt: "Logan, don't be so harsh since she's an old friend. If it's not convenient for me to hear, should I leave first?"

Logan suddenly pulled Chloe, who was about to leave, back into his arms and planted a light kiss on top of her head, glancing at Jasmine from the corner of his eye: "There's nothing inconvenient to hear. I have no secrets from you. If you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, leave."

Jasmine smiled lightly: "Can we... find a place to talk properly?"

Logan kept his arm around Chloe's shoulder while looking at her sideways: "I told you we have nothing to talk about. Besides, my time is valuable. Wasting it on someone like you is truly a waste. If you have something to say, say it."

Chloe looked at him coquettishly: "Don't talk like that."

Jasmine swallowed all her humiliation. When she looked up at him, her face wore a faint smile: "Right, you're now the CEO of Audience Intelligence. A nobody like me doesn't deserve to waste your time. But Audience Intelligence has been facing some technical difficulties recently, am I right?"

Logan looked at her with interest: "So?"

Jasmine took a deep breath and said slowly, "If I say I can solve it, could you please help my grandfather if anything happens to him in the future?"

Logan looked at Jasmine and laughed contemptuously: "Your grandfather, asking me for help? Jasmine, are you dying or something?"