“Nothing, I’m just…” I started to say.
“She looks so weak like she might die,”
Jasmine said, clinging to Robert.
“You don’t need to worry about her. I’m sure she’s fine,”
Robert replied, his eyes scanning me briefly.
“I think we should just take her home with us. She donated some parts of her liver for me. The least we can do is give her something to eat so she doesn’t pass out from weakness.”
“You’re so lovely, Jasmine, and thoughtful,”
he said, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“Why are you still standing there? Get into the car and don’t waste Jasmine’s time,”
he snapped.
I didn’t want to go with him, but I had a few original documents like my medical records and some personal identification papers that I needed to pick up before leaving. So I followed them into the car.
I went into Robert's library. I needed to hurry out because Robert hated seeing me in his library and had warned me never to enter it again. But I had to take the documents. I rushed over, checking the boxes, and found the papers, including our marriage certificate and some medical files. I also wanted to pick up my wristwatch, but instead, my hand brushed over some used condoms on the table.