The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 137

Yasmine Taylor burst into tears. Last night, she hid in an unknown place and had drained her tears. But today, her tears were like an accumulated tide that couldn't stop flowing.

Madam Simons was also crying. This result was cruel to her as she was eager for a grandchild. The women hugged each other for a long time before Madam Simons raised her head and said, "It's not your fault. God played a cruel joke."

Madam Simons sniffed and said, "Show me the examination report."

Yasmine took the crumpled examination report from her pocket with trembling hands. Last night, she held the report paper and crumpled it a few times as she looked at it. No matter how many times she read it, no matter how much she'd hoped that the doctor had made a mistake with the diagnosis, the final result was the same.

When Madam Simons saw the words ' Primary Infertility', her eyes were filled with tears. But this time, she no longer cried with her daughter-in-law in her arms, but solemnly told her, "It doesn't matter. Now that the technology is so advanced, you can be cured. Tomorrow, I will contact a top gynecologist. I've known her for a long time, and she has cured thousands of infertile people. I believe that she can give us a miracle."

After hearing Madam Simons' words, Yasmine still didn't feel much better than before. She was well aware that there was little chance of curing primary infertility. Now, the question before her was not whether she could be cured, but if the Simons family would still accept her.

"Mom, what if I can't..."

Although it was not the right time to talk about this, Yasmine still couldn't help but ask. After reality had hit her again and again, she wanted to get mentally prepared in advance.

Madam Simons sighed deeply and looked at her leisurely. "Yasmine, don't worry. Regardless of whether you can give birth or not, you will still be the only daughter-in-law of the Simons family. We accept only you. So don't pressure yourself. What's important is that we try to cure you now. Don't you think about anything else."

Yasmine's tears could not stop falling. Although Madam Simons' answer was sweet, how could she live with her conscience?

"Don't cry. Believe in me. No matter how much money it costs, no matter what price I have to pay, I will find a way to cure your illness."

Looking at the firm look in Madam Simons' eyes, a warm current finally infiltrated Yasmine's cold heart. Given the desperate situation, she was willing to believe this mother-in-law who loved her very much.

"Okay, thank you, mom."

Madam Simons patted Yasmine's shoulder and said, "That's settled then. I won't tell the family about this for now. As for Sebastian, you decide on whether to tell him or not and give me your reply by tomorrow." In the evening, when Sebastian Simons returned home, the first thing he did was to go upstairs and see if his wife was at home. When he saw her in the room, his heart felt more at ease.

"What are you looking at?"

Yasmine sat in front of her laptop as Sebastian approached her from behind.

She smiled bitterly and said, "Nothing, just having a look."

"It's time for dinner. Why don't you go downstairs with me?"

"Sure."

She shut down the computer and followed Sebastian downstairs.

In the living room downstairs, when Madam Simons saw that her son was holding Yasmine's hand tightly, she felt sad for some reason. She knew that the ruthless examination report was actually the biggest test of her son and her daughter-in-law's relationship.

After dinner, Yasmine wanted to chat with Madam Simons at first, but Sebastian dragged her upstairs. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Aren't you working tonight?"

She was sitting on the sofa, while Sebastian was lying beside her with his head on her lap. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. "I didn't sleep last night, and I've been busy in the company today. So, if I continue to work now that I'm home, would you think that your husband is made of iron?"

"I'm just asking. Even if you wanted to work, I won't let you." Yasmine stared at him and gently stroked the black hair on his forehead with her soft hand, inch by inch, as if she was touching her heart.

"I really wish that time would stop now. The tenderness in your hand has given me unprecedented peace,"

Sebastian said emotionally. He grabbed her hand, put it to his lips, and kissed her gently.

"Sebastian, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm? What's the matter?"

He opened his eyes which were full of happiness. Yasmine didn't know why she couldn't say anything when she saw the look in his eyes.

In Sebastian's heart, it was unprecedentedly calm. If she suddenly told him that she could not bear a child, would he remain calm? How much pain would he feel?

"Why have you stopped talking?"

Sebastian was a little confused when he saw that she was silent and staring at him in a daze.

"Nothing."

Yasmine turned her head away in dismay and felt an unspeakable pain in her heart. Originally, she'd thought that after the Leighton Lind incident, there was nothing that she could not confess to Sebastian. But now, she suddenly realised that it was more difficult to tell him that she was infertile than it was to tell him her original purpose of marrying him.

"Really? Why do I feel like you have something very important to tell me?" "It's really nothing.1' Yasmine's eyes flashed and she pushed him up. "Go take a bath. You didn't sleep last night, so it's time to take a good rest."

"Well, okay."

Perhaps he was really tired, because Sebastian did not probe her anymore. He fell asleep not long after taking a shower. As Yasmine stared at his sleeping face, her tears streamed down quietly. She had hoped to bear a baby that looked like him, but now, as long as she could even conceive their baby, she would feel extremely satisfied and happy, even if he was not like Sebastian.

She quietly turned over and secretly cried with her back to him. After crying for an unknown period of time, a pair of warm arms suddenly wrapped her from behind. Sebastian's deep and magnetic voice rang in her ear, "Yasmine, what's wrong with you lately? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

She hurriedly wiped away her tears, turned around to face him, and asked, "Why are you awake?"

"You woke me up with your cry."

A trace of guilt flashed across her eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose."

"Why are you crying? Is it because I made you unhappy?"

"No."

"Why then?"

Sebastian's breathing got closer and closer to her. His lips slowly felt its way to her lips, and he carefully drew them along her lips. "Or is it because I have recently neglected you?" "No, it's not."

Yasmine shook her head feebly, and the tenderness between her lips softened the sadness in her heart. She began to respond to him warmly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You didn't make me unhappy, and you didn't neglect me. It's my own problem. I've been missing my mother a little recently."

When Sebastian heard that she was missing her mother, he suddenly felt very distressed. He kissed her more gently and said, "I will love you like your mother did."

She felt a twinge of pain in her heart.

The pain was so great that it felt like blood was oozing out of her heart.

She was in so much pain that she could only stare at him without saying a word.

He held her in his arms and fell asleep. The satisfaction at life made him smile slightly as he slept.

However, he was so tired that he didn't notice that the woman in his arms kept her eyes open. No matter how much she forced herself, she couldn't fall asleep as easily as he did.

The next morning, after Sebastian left for the company, Madam Simons went into Yasmine's room. She closed the door and asked, "How was it? Did you tell him?"

Yasmine was silent. She wrung her hands and was at a loss.

Seeing her like this, Madam Simons knew that she hadn't told him. So, she comforted her, saying, "It doesn't matter. If you really don't have the courage to say it now, you don't have to. Even if you tell him after you go to the United States and confirm it, it won't be too late."

Now, this was the only way and Yasmine had no other choice.

"I contacted my old friend last night. She asked us to go there as soon as possible. When would be the best time for you?"

"Mom, arrange it for whenever is best for you."

"How about tomorrow? You shouldn't delay this kind of thing. The sooner you cure it, the better."

"Okay,"

Yasmine nodded and said softly. "Let's go tomorrow then."

"But how are you going to tell Sebastian that you'll be away from B City for a few days?"

"I'll just say that I'm going on a trip with you, Mom."

"That's what I was thinking. It's settled then. Let's tell them this for the time being."

In the evening, when the whole family was eating together, Madam Simons was the first to speak. "I have something to tell everyone. I'm going to take Yasmine out for a trip over the next few days."

"Ah, a trip?"

Tiffany Simons was the first one to say, "Where are you going to travel to?"

" America." " America? Why are you going so far away? It's not like we don't have any tourist attractions in Country C."

Titus Simons was also surprised.

No one was more surprised than Sebastian. He leaned over quietly and asked Yasmine who was beside him, ''Why is it so sudden? Did you propose it or did she ask you?"

"I proposed it."

Although he was speaking in a low voice, Madam Simons could still hear him with her sharp ears. She answered the questions her son had for her daughter-in-law.

"Why are you traveling to the United States all of a sudden?"

"It's Spring time now. It's vacation time. What's wrong? Do you mind me taking my daughter-in-law out for a trip?"

Tiffany smiled grumpily and said, "What opinion can we have? We wouldn't dare to show it even if we had an opinion."

"That's fine, then. We'll set off tomorrow morning. We'll be back in around a week."

"That long?"

Sebastian raised his eyebrows unhappily. Not seeing Yasmine for just one night was enough to make him feel like he had lost his soul. Now, she was going to be away for a week. He really didn't know whether he could survive the week or not.

"We are going to America, not City C nor City A. I would've thought that a week is insufficient." Madam Simons glared at her son and smiled warmly at Yasmine. "Eat more."

From the beginning till the end, Yasmine did not say a word about the trip to the United States.

After dinner, she consciously went upstairs. Sure enough, Sebastian was very unhappy as he sat on the sofa, staring at her with fire burning in his eyes. "When did you decide it?"