The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 152

Yasmine Taylor went to the closet to get changed. She looked really good. She tied her hair up into a bun. Suddenly, she looked like a beautiful young girl with the elegance of a mature woman. Sebastian Simons praised her, "My wife is really beautiful."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Yasmine and Madam Simons left the house together. The driver sent them to the venue of the banquet. The birthday banquet was for a rich lady and of course it was luxurious. However, it was nothing new to Yasmine as it was not the first time she had attended such an event.

She walked into the hall with Madam Simons by her side. A group of well-dressed and gorgeous ladies rushed towards them. They spoke and carried themselves with the intention to flatter.

At this moment, an elegant woman walked over and said with a smile, "Mila, long time no see."

Madam Simons hugged the woman warmly and said, "It's your first birthday since you came home. Of course I must attend."

She made the introductions. "This is Veronica, the wife of the chairman of Elegens Corporation. You may call her Auntie Veronica." Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Yasmine nodded politely and said, "Hello, Auntie Veronica."

Veronica Lacraft looked her up and down and guessed, "Is this Yasmine Taylor, the daughter- in- law you constantly praise on the phone?"

Madam Simons smiled and nodded. "Yes."

"Oh, it's great to finally meet her. She's beautiful and sensible. Mila, you're really lucky."

"Thank you. 'Well, Veronica, your daughter-in-law is also very beautiful."

Veronica waved to the left side of the banquet hall. A gorgeous woman, who was talking to the guests, walked over. "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Allow me to make some introductions. This is Auntie Zordon, and this is her daughter- in- law, Yasmine Taylor."

"Hello, Auntie Zordon. Nice to meet you, Miss Taylor," the beautiful lady greeted them enthusiastically.

"Nice to meet you too."

Yasmine returned a polite smile. She was about to glance at the woman in front of her when a boy who was about five to six years old rushed to them and said, "Mom! Grandma!"

As soon as Veronica saw the little boy, she smiled dotingly and introduced him to Madam Simons, "This is my grandson."

She bent down and said, "Little Yalden, this is Madam Zordon."

The little boy was very well-mannered. He put his hands on the front of his waist and bowed 90 degrees. "Hello, Madam Zordon. Hello, Auntie."

"Wow, this child is so polite. Come and let me look at you." Madam Simons could not hide her love for him. She squatted down and hugged him. "What's your name?"

"My name is Yalden, and my nickname is Little Yalden."

"Yalden? Well, that's a good name. Who gave it to you?"

"My grandfather gave it to me. He hopes that when I grow up in the future, my heart will be as broad and boundless as the universe."

Hahaha. What Little Yalden said amused everyone. Among all of them who were laughing happily, only Yasmine couldn't laugh. Her mother-in-law's love for the child in her arms made her feel inferior for the first time in her life.

Madam Simons soon realized that her actions might have hurt her daughter-in-law's feelings. She immediately let go of the child in her arms and said to Veronica, "I was too focused on playing with the child that I forgot to wish you a happy birthday."

Veronica nodded. "Thank you, thank you."

Veronica's daughter- in- law took her son away. Yasmine endured the bitterness in her heart, pointed forward, and said, "Mom, I'm going to get a drink."

"Okay."

Madam Simons felt frustrated as she watched Yasmine's disappearing back. She shouldn't have expressed her desire for a grandchild in front of her daughter-in-law, but... when she looked at the child in the distance, she realized how much she wanted a grandchild. She seldom envied others, but at this moment, she was especially envious of Veronica.

And it was only because she had such a loveable grandson.

Yasmine sat in the corner with champagne in her hand. Her eyes felt a little lost. Her mother-in-law came to her and said apologetically, "Yasmine, I'm sorry. Did I upset you just now?"

Yasmine immediately shook her head and tried to squeeze out a smile. "No, Mom. Don't worry. I'm not upset."

"I didn't know that Veronica's grandson has returned too, otherwise I wouldn't have taken you here."

She had to explain it clearly to Yasmine. Otherwise, Yasmine might think that she was deliberately provoking her.

"Mom, it doesn't matter. Should I treat all the children in the world as enemies just because I couldn't bear a child? Please don't blame yourself anymore. The child is really cute."

After listening to what her daughter- in- law said, Madam Simons felt the guilt in her heart dissipate a little.

The birthday party officially began. Veronica stood in front of the cake and gave a thank-you speech. Then, her grandson ran over and said, "Happy Birthday, Grandma. May you have more wonderful days ahead of you. We wish you a long life, good health, and prosperity."

There was a round of applause from the crowd. Veronica squatted down and thanked her grandson. Her grandson hugged her neck and kissed her on the cheek.

Among the happy shouts, Veronica picked her grandson up.

"Grandma, put me down. I'm going to perform."

Veronica put her grandson down and then Little Yalden immediately put on pose. "Now, I'm going to perform 'Remember the time' by Michael Jackson for my Grandma."

Screams broke out in the crowd again. Veronica smiled from ear to ear and was completely immersed in happiness.

Little Yalden performed a dance. Although it couldn't be compared to the King of Pop of the generation, a dance like that was a challenge to a six-year-old child.

Yasmine looked at her mother- in- law. Madam Simons was watching Little Yalden's performance attentively. The affection in her eyes once again stung Yasmine's sensitive heart.

She quietly left the crowd without saying a word to her mother-in-law.

She walked alone along the street in a daze, and it was as if her heart had been hollowed out. She didn't know where to go or what to do. The phone in her handbag rang. It was her mother- in- law. She took a deep breath and tapped on her phone. "Hello, Mom."

"Yasmine, where have you been? The banquet is about to begin."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I left in a hurry..."

"You left?" Madam Simons was shocked. "Where did you go?"

"Well, Lily asked me to meet her for something. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

After a brief silence, Madam Simons sighed and said, "Well okay, see you at home then."

As Madam Simons hung up the phone, she knew the reason for her daughter- in- law's departure. However, she didn't probe Yasmine anymore because she didn't want to add to her worries.

Yasmine continued to walk, muddled. After a long time, she suddenly looked up and realised that she was in front of her mother's grave. When she saw her mother's picture on the tombstone, tears gushed out of her eyes. She knelt down in front of her mother's tomb and touched her mother's picture with trembling hands. She said sadly, "Mom, what should I do? Tell me, what should I do..."

Her tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the grass below her foot. Perhaps, within the next year, a sad flower would bloom from the ground.

"Many years ago, you said that when I'm older, I would have a daughter as clever and sensible as I am. But now, what should I do? I've tried my best. I really tried, but I still couldn't. Mom, I'm so tired. I gritted my teeth and persisted again and again, but I can't overcome my tragic fate..."

"That family was very kind to me. My mother-in-law said that it is not my fault. It doesn't matter even if I couldn't bear a child. They would not chase me away just because I couldn't have children. I know that those are just words to comfort me, but I'm still living in an illusion, deceiving myself again and again that my mother- in- law did not mind. But today..."

She lowered her head and burst into tears. "Today, when I saw her holding someone else's child, she had unintentionally revealed her desire for a grandchild, and it hurt my heart. Am I being selfish for staying in this family?..."

A gust of wind blew past her like a mother's gentle stroke, drying her tears from the corners of her eyes. But then new tears welled up again. When she thought of Sebastian and how he still did not know that she was infertile, she wished that the ground would crack open so that she could 'sleep' there with her mother forever. Maybe leaving Sebastian would hurt, but staying with him would be more painful.

The phone in her bag rang again. She took it out and answered it with tears in her eyes. It was a strange number, but the voice was not strange at all.

"Come out and meet me."

"What's the matter?"

She sniffed and pretended to be calm.

"I have something to talk to you about. If there's nothing to talk about, I would've stayed far away from you."

Yasmine wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Sorry, I don't have the time now."

"What about tomorrow? Let me know when you have the time."

"Just say it over the phone. I'm busy every day." The person who called was Abigail Tanner, and Yasmine knew that it would be a terrible idea to see her.

"Well, why don't I go to Mansion House to look for you? I've been there many times before and I'm very familiar with the place."

When Yasmine heard that Abigail would go to Mansion House, she relented. "Where do we meet?"

"Blue Sky Cafe."

Abigail ended the call. Yasmine took a long look at her mother's photo and left the mountain.

No matter how difficult her life was, or how bad her mood was, she would never expose her grievances to her love rival. This was Yasmine's most unshakable principle. Therefore, when she rushed to Blue Sky Cafe, there was no sign of disappointment or pain on her face. Except for her eyes that was a little red, no one could tell that she had just cried.

Abigail was already waiting there. Yasmine calmly sat opposite her and asked, "Tell me, what do you want from me?" She was not planning to beat around the bush.

"From the looks of it, you are stronger than I thought. Such a tragedy had happened, and yet you pretend like everything is fine."

"What do you mean?"

"I know everything," Abigail leaned forward and said. "You can't have children."

Yasmine's face instantly paled. She dug her nails into her flesh and asked, "How did you find out?"

"Don't worry about that. What's important is that I know."

"So what?"