The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 157

Yasmine Taylor was silent. After a long pause, she finally spoke, "Dad, please give me some time to think about this."

Titus Simons nodded and patted her on the shoulder. "Child, I'm really sorry."

Yasmine's lips twitched. She was extremely sad, but she held back her tears. Tears were never her weapon. Even if her tears flowed endlessly like a river, her dark life would not become bright.

After she parted ways with Titus, she returned home with a gloomy expression. She locked herself in the room until the sky turned dark. She never stepped out again.

In the evening, Yasmine forced a smile on her face and headed downstairs. She did not wish for her family to see how she was feeling. Sebastian Simons gently reached out his hand and touched her forehead. "Are you not feeling well? Why do you look so pale?"

"I'm fine."

She tried very hard to squeeze out a smile. She then picked up her cutlery to eat.

"Have a drumstick."

Sebastian tore off a big drumstick from the roast chicken that was in the middle of the dining table and handed it to Yasmine. "You are too thin. You must eat more meat." Yasmine quickly put the chicken drumstick into his plate and said, "You should eat it. You have to work hard every day."

"I'm a man. I won't collapse even if I go hungry for three days. Just eat it."

He put the drumstick back into Yasmine's plate.

"You'd better eat it. I'll just eat the chicken wings."

"What's wrong with you? Just eat what I gave you."

The chicken drumstick was passed back and forth between the two of them, and everyone at the table was dizzy. They saw the chicken drumstick got passed from the left to the right, and then back from the right to the left, which got them totally confused.

Finally, Tiffany Simons couldn't stand it anymore. She reached out a hand and grabbed the chicken drumstick, putting it into her plate. "Just let me eat it if you are not having it. I'm growing and I need the nutrition."

Sebastian and Yasmine glanced at her blankly, and then they looked at each other.

"I really can't stand you two. It's just a chicken drumstick. You make our family seem very poor, as if roast chickens are hard to come by."

Tiffany chided her brother and sister-in-law as she ate the drumstick.

Sebastian glared at her, tore off the other drumstick, and handed it to Yasmine. "Eat quickly, don't get robbed by the bandits again."

"Humph!" Tiffany snorted. "Who's going to snatch it from you two? Both of you are so lovey-dovey that it's disgusting."

"You're just jealous."

"Come on, since you have such a good relationship, why don't you have a child yet? I've been looking forward to being an aunt for a long time."

Tiffany's unintentional words were like a bomb, letting the atmosphere in the house to its freezing point.

Everyone had different expressions on their faces. Yasmine was speechless and sad, while Sebastian was stiff and angry. Titus and his wife were shocked and uneasy.

"What's wrong with everyone? Why are you all looking at me? Is there something on my face?"

Tiffany did not realize what kind of trouble she had caused and she rubbed her face with a blank look on her face.

"Will you die if you don't talk?"

Sebastian asked with a sullen face. Tiffany was shocked by her brother's cold attitude and she said, "Did I say anything that was offensive? I just hope that you two will have a baby."

"Shut up."

Madam Simons also scolded her with a gloomy face. Tiffany was completely stunned. "What's wrong? Why are all of you acting like this?"

She pouted in grievance and crossed her hands in front of her chest helplessly.

Seeing her sister- in- law's innocent expression, Yasmine took a deep breath and said frankly, "Tiffany, I'm infertile. You're the only one in our family who doesn't know this."

As soon as Yasmine finished her sentence, the atmosphere became more solemn. Tiffany widened her eyes in shock and looked at her parents, then at her sister-in-law. She got panicked and she couldn't say a word.

Yasmine slowly got up and politely nodded at her parents-in-law. "Mom and Dad, please go ahead. I'm not feeling well. I'll go upstairs and take a rest."

Looking at her lonely figure, Madam Simons sighed deeply. Sebastian suddenly stood up, rolled his eyes at his sister, and then ran after Yasmine.

Yasmine entered the bedroom. Just as she was about to close the door, Sebastian stood in front of her, panting heavily. She looked at him in a daze and was speechless for a while.

"Yasmine, I'm sorry. Tiffany did not know what she was saying. She didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

Yasmine chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter. I don't blame her."

Yasmine saw that Sebastian's eyes were full of worry. She took two steps forward and reached out to hug him. At this moment, he didn't need to say much. Just a hug from him was enough.

What Titus had said to her during the day, plus Tiffany's unintentional words during dinner, haunted Yasmine for the whole night. The next day, she took the initiative to ask her father-in-law out and told him, "Dad, I've thought it over and I agree with your proposal. However, I have a request."

Titus was stunned. He didn't expect Yasmine to agree so soon. He nodded and said, "What is your request? Just say it."

"I have no reservations about having someone carry Sebastian's child, but that woman can never be Abigail."

That was the last and final straw of her dignity.

Titus fully understood her and he promised right away, "Rest assured. Even if you are willing, I will never let Abigail to bear the Simons family's bloodline. I have already found a surrogate mother. Now, as long as you could persuade Sebastian, everything will be settled."

Yasmine dug her nails into her flesh and said with a trembling voice, "Dad, don't you think that you're being too cruel to me? It's hard enough for me to accept that my husband will be having a child with another woman, and now you want me to tell him in person? How am I supposed to do that to him?"

Titus closed his eyes painfully and then opened them again. He said helplessly, "Yasmine, I'm really sorry. I know that you are upset, but no one can convince my son except you. In other words, he only listens to you."

Yasmine was in total despair. The world had always been cruel, but she didn't feel it until today.

She returned home in a daze. In the living room, her mother-in-law put one hand on her forehead, as if she was thinking of something.

"Mom."

When Madam Simons heard Yasmine call her, she suddenly raised her head and said, "Yasmine, you're back." "Yes."

Yasmine sat next to Madam Simons and said with a blank expression, "I've agreed to Dad's proposal."

Madam Simons' body stiffened and her eyes blurred in an instant. "I'm sorry, child. I'm really sorry for making you suffer so much."

The tears that Yasmine had been holding back all this while finally flowed freely in front of her mother-in-law. Perhaps because Madam Simons was also a woman, Yasmine felt that she could understand the bitterness in Yasmine's heart better.

"It doesn't matter. It's my own bad luck."

She sobbed in a low voice, tears dripping down the back of her hand. Madam Simons hugged her, distressed, and said, "Yasmine, thank you for your contribution to our family. We will never forget your kindness."

In the evening, Yasmine lay in Sebastian's arms but she didn't talk about the proposal. She needed time to accept and adapt to the idea. If she couldn't even accept it, how was she supposed to convince Sebastian to accept it?

If this was her destiny, she would accept it. She once stumbled upon a saying in a book that she had read: "Don't try to fight against your fate, because you won't win."

Lily Adams' marriage leave was only one day. When she returned to work the next day, she was as indifferent as usual, and she didn't look as happy as a newly-wed would.

As soon as she arrived at the office, she could feel that the room was filled with hostility. It was only then that she realized that her marriage to Scott Jules was so sudden that almost no one in the school knew about it.

"Miss Adams, I never thought you were much more aggressive than Miss Taylor. How could you marry Principal Jules quietly? When we got the news yesterday, we almost broke our glasses. We couldn't figure out why Principal Jules would suddenly marry you."

"Yes, could you tell us how it happened?"

Lily looked at the two female teachers in front of her and felt a temptation to strangle them to death. She replied sarcastically, "I didn't do anything. Principal Jules proposed to me and I accepted his proposal. It's that simple."

"Principal Jules proposed to you? Are you kidding me?"

One of the female teachers sneered sarcastically. "Everyone knows that Principal Jules loves Yasmine. You thought too highly of yourself, didn't you?"

"Are you implying that I did something to force Principal Jules to marry me?"

"That must be case. Otherwise, how could an outstanding person like Principal Jules suddenly marry you?"

"Since you are so curious, you should ask Principal Jules yourselves. Don't bother me anymore."

Lily didn't want to waste time with them anymore, so she got up and was ready to leave.

She took only two steps before she heard whispers behind her. "Pfft, arrogant woman. Did she really think that we don't know what kind of person she is?"

"When a man suddenly decides to marry a woman, there is only one possibility. The woman must have used some means to sleep with him..."

It was intolerable.

Lily couldn't stand it anymore. She turned around and rushed to the woman who was whispering behind her and slapped her across the face.

"I'm not Yasmine. I won't tolerate your verbal attacks all day long."

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The female teacher was angry. She grabbed Lily's hair and the two women began to fight in the office.

When the other teachers saw the fight, they hurried forward to stop it, however they couldn't stop it no matter how hard they tried. The two women were too aggressive. Just as the fight was about to

take a turn for the worse, Scott arrived and shouted, "Stop!"

Because Scott was there, they did not dare to continue with the fight no matter how angry they were. The two women were about the same height and weight, so the degree of injury was about the same.

"What are you doing? As a teacher, how dare you fight openly in the office? How lawless!"

"Principal Jules, she was the one who started the fight..."

The female teacher complained tearfully. Another female teacher immediately echoed, "Yes, we can testify that Miss Adams started the fight."