I gently unclipped the dreamcatcher from my neck and handed it to Jasmine.
"May the child in your womb be a blessing to you and Robert," I told her with a smile.
Robert was surprised to hear me say that. As if to appease his conscience, he gave me what he called a 'golden opportunity.'
"I'll allow you to be my child's mother too if you behave yourself and be a good assistant to Jasmine during her pregnancy," he said.
I don't know what happened, but Jasmine suddenly let go of the dreamcatcher and it crashed to the floor. A shard cut her leg, causing her to bleed so much.
As if his life had just been threatened, Robert scooped Jasmine into his arms like a fragile baby.
"Quick! Get the doctor!" he barked orders at the housekeeper to call the family doctor.
Jasmine's mother turned to me and gave me a mocking look.
I don't blame her, because I also found myself laughable. I remembered two days ago when my ulcer flared up—Robert didn't bother about me. He left me and went on an ice cream date with Jasmine.
Even when I had a high fever a week ago, he still didn't care. He simply commanded the housekeeper to disinfect everywhere so that I wouldn't affect Jasmine and her baby.