The moment she saw him, her eyes welled up. She threw herself into his arms.
"Husband! What's wrong? Who made you angry? I'll bite them to death!"
She turned, ready to attack the elderly patient and his family. "I'll beat you bad people to death!"
That protective ferocity... I had seen it in my past life.
But what good was it?
Jasmine relied on her "madness" to destroy things without consequence, knowing people wouldn't argue with a fool. But the blowback always fell on me.
What should have been a simple scolding would turn into a beating and a massive debt because of her unreasonable escalation.
Sure enough, Landon forced a smile and hugged her tight.
"It's okay. Husband isn't afraid of being scolded."
Then, as if struck by a thought, he pointed a finger at me.
"Oh, right. Jasmine, my brother is sick. Do you remember him? Say hello."
Jasmine looked at me coldly. Seeing my haggard state, she clapped her hands and laughed—a manic, grating sound.
"Husband! It serves this bad person right! I hope he dies of sickness!"
She hid behind Landon, making a grotesque face at me.
"Big villain! Drop dead!"