The Brooks family’s driver, a shrewd man, had long noticed Sheena’s low status in the household. After receiving a subtle hint from Jasmin, he didn’t bother to go to the hospital that afternoon.
Sheena waited at the hospital entrance for three hours. Finally, with a bitter smile, she muttered to herself in self-mockery, "As expected."
She had already known this would happen. After all, tomorrow she would be sent to the Wilson family, never to return.
As she was about to hail a cab, a car pulled up in front of her.
Travis stepped out from the driver’s seat. When he saw Sheena, he barely recognized her.
In just three days, how had Sheena become so frail?
“Sheena, what happened? Why are you coming out of the hospital? No wonder I couldn’t find you at the Brooks house,” he said, his voice filled with worry.
“Do you know how scared I was when I couldn’t find you? I almost called the police.”
Through the car window, Sheena noticed a cake box sitting on the passenger seat.
It was vanilla-flavored, Jasmin’s favorite.
She had heard that cakes from that bakery needed to be pre-ordered a week in advance. Once, Sheena had paused outside its window, admiring the cakes on display.