Chapter 1911
A jumble of thoughts raced through Yasmine''s mind. She had only just seen Serana, and now Boyd
was rushing to the hospital. Even though she kept saying how much Boyd treasured Serana, every
time she encountered such facts, she felt quite unhappy.
Saying she was unhappy was an understatement – Yasmine had to admit she cared more than she
let on. Reality always hit harder than mere words.
"Yasmine, is there something wrong?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.
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Yasmine''s desire to speak dwindled, realizing that seeking out Boyd now seemed like a mistake.
But at this moment, she didn''t have time to dwell on these matters.
In such a dire situation, life took precedence over pettiness, and she knew it.
"Where''s Boyd?" she pressed.
"Well, he just stepped out to talk to the doctor, probably to check on my condition. If you need
anything, I can ry the message."
Have her ry the message? Yasmine would rather drop dead than endure such torment.
"There''s something important I have to discuss with him personally. Give him the phone."
"But he''s not in the room right now."
"Are you crippled or something?!" Yasmine''s patience had worn thin. She didn’t want to die like this
after living so proudly all these years.
Serana, unustomed to Yasmine''s fury, paused in shock.
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the original content on Noveldrama. Just then, the door swung open, revealing the tip of a pair
of shoes. Serana instinctively hung up.
Boyd''s assistant entered, looking concerned. "Ms. Serana, is there an issue?"
Hiding her phone beneath the covers, Serana feigned nonchnce. "No, what''s up?"
The assistant nced around the room, puzzled. "I thought I heard you talking."
"Oh, I was just on a call."
Without further suspicion, the assistant nodded and left.
Serana retrieved the phone, contemting the call log from Yasmine. Her finger hovered over the
delete option.
She knew that if Boyd received a call from Yasmine now, he would rush to her side. Despite
Yasmine''s insistence on keeping her distance, seeing each other could mean... they might break up
or continue their rtionship, because Boyd wasn''t one to give up easily.
If they stayed together, Serana wouldn''t stand a chance with Boyd, and Yasmine certainly wouldn''t
allow Serana to linger in Boyd''s life. If they parted ways, all the problems would disappear.
Perhaps she had been wrong all along, thinking that ensuring Boyd''s happiness was enough. Now,
it seemed clear that Yasmine wouldn''t bring him joy.
If Boyd didn''t go to see her this time, considering Yasmine''s temperament, she probably wouldn''t
give Boyd any more chances, right?
Breaking them up was the simplest solution. Why bother making things soplicated?
--
Yasmine stared at the disconnected call, unfazed. There was no extra expression on her face.
Serana''s action was entirely unsurprising to her.
Her car was parked near the town''s grocery store, and with Boyd unreachable, she had to find
someone else.
--
When Boyd returned, his assistant was at the end of the hall on the phone. Inside the room, Serana
was standing up, gripping a cup of water.
Boyd slipped on his jacket, pocketed his phone, and said sternly, "You should be resting in bed, not
wandering around."
Serana watched as he stashed the phone in his pocket, her hand clenching the cup tightly, her face
tensing.
"Get back to bed," Boyd said, ncing at her before turning to leave.
"Boyd, wait!"
Serana''s call halted him.
"What is it now?" Boyd asked, frowning slightly.
Serana hesitated. "I just wanted to know what the doctor said."
"There''s no issue if you decide not to keep the baby, considering your current condition."
Serana bit her lip. "Boyd, am I really not able to keep this baby?"
Boyd''s brow furrowed.
Taking a few steps closer, Serana pressed, "Are you worried about being tied to me, or is it really
about my health?"
He turned to her, his expression cool and distant. "Serana."
"Never mind, forget I asked. I won''t abort this baby. I''ll rest and keep my condition from worsening.
And when it''s time to give birth, I don’t think there will be anyplications. If you''re not with me, I''ll
have my baby. My only family, the only one who won''t abandon me."
Boyd nced at her belly. "It won''t be the only one. As long as you''re alive and well, anything''s
possible."
"Including you loving me?"
His expression darkened. "Serana..."
"Mr. Boyd!" The door burst open as the assistant entered, phone in hand, disrupting the tense
atmosphere.
Boyd disliked to see his assistant loseposure. "What''s the matter?" he demanded.
"I got a call from Ms. Yasmine. Something''s happened." The assistant hasted to say. He didn’t
notice the way Serana was flustered
Boyd''s expression turned grave. "What happened?"
"She couldn''t say much, just that she''s at West Valley Cemetery and couldn''t reach you. She asked
me to inform you..."
Before he could finish, Serana''s ss shattered on the floor.
Boyd checked his phone, and there were no recent calls from Yasmine. As her assistant''s eyes
swept over Serana''s ashen and distraught face, understanding flickered in his gaze.
"Mr. Boyd, Ms. Yasmine said she called the cops. She might be in real danger now."
But before the assistant could finish, Boyd had already gripped his cell phone tightly and hurried out
of the room with long strides.
"Bo... Boyd! Wait." Serana knew Boyd must have caught wind of something serious. She tried to
follow, to offer some exnation.
However, the assistant blocked her path, "Ms. Serana, now is not the time for exnations."
Serana stood frozen as Boyd''s figure disappeared through the doorway, "I..."
"Better you rest up, miss. He can''t be bothered with you right now."
After speaking, the assistant turned and hurried out of the hospital room, deciding to bring the two
bodyguards from the doorway with him.
Serana''s face was a ghostly pale, her entire body shaking, her legs trembling noticeably.
Had something happened to Yasmine? And she had called the police?
Serana had just intercepted Boyd''s call and even deleted the call log, stopping Boyd from meeting
Yasmine.
If... if something were to happen to her...
Serana''s legs gave out, and she slowly sank to the floor. If something had happened to Yasmine,
she thought, Boyd would hate her forever.
West Valley Cemetery...
--
"Mr. Boyd, a few years back, Johnson moved his family''s graves to West Valley Cemetery through
some rtives."
The assistant caught up with Boyd, voicing his own suspicions and concerns, only to be met with
Boyd''s dark, intimidating expression, which sent a chill down his spine. It was a look of cold fury the
assistant had never seen in all the years he''d worked for Boyd. Whatever he could think of, Boyd
had surely considered already.
As they stepped into the elevator, the assistant''s phone rang again.
Seeing it was Yasmine''s call, he nearly dropped the phone in his nervous haste. Yasmine had hung
up abruptly earlier. Fearing Johnson would find out, he hadn''t dared call back.
Now, a sudden call back at this time, with a bit of thought, one could guess that Johnson had
discovered Yasmine''s attempt to seek help.
But in such a situation, with his level of courage, shouldn''t his first reaction be to flee?
Boyd snatched the phone from his hand. "Hello?"
"You''re this woman''s boyfriend?"
Boyd''s eyes narrowed, his voice chilling. "You''ve got the wrong person."
Johnson''s hand trembled as he held the phone, a nervousugh escaping him despite his anxiety.
"It''s not like she was my initial target. But to say I''ve got the wrong person is a stretch."
The elevator opened, and Boyd strode toward the parking lot. As he heard Johnson''s words, his
grip on the phone tightened.
The criminal continued, "I always thought there was something about this woman''s eyes. Just now,
it clicked. She''s not that innocent in this. If it weren''t for her, I would have avenged my son long ago.
St such a young age, she''s got a lot of tricks up her sleeve, foiling my revenge andnding me in jail
for years. I won''t let go of the woman who took my son''s heart, and the woman who got me locked
up deserves death even more."
Yasmine''s neck bore a clear mark of strangtion. Hearing Johnson''s words, she closed her eyes
in despair. It was just as she had thought. Compared to Serana, he probably hated her even more.
Boyd stood in front of his car, his voice dropping to an unbelievably cold level. "What do you want?"
Johnson nced at Yasmine excitedly, "Bring me that girl. I don’t exactly what this woman here
means to you, but since she''s in danger and called you first, your rtionship must be special. After
all, my goal is to avenge my son, just getting Serana will do. How about her in exchange for the
woman I''ve got?"
Although Yasmine knew this was Johnson threatening Boyd, she didn''t expect Serana toe over
and get off scot-free. Still she was curious about Boyd''s reaction.
Silence filled the car, a ce where the sounds of the phone call should have been audible, but
there was nothing.
Was he conflicted? Hesitating? Between her and Serana, who would he choose?
She almost wanted tough. He''d said she and Serana were not the same, not on the same scale.
She had told him before that it was not the case.
Now, Johnson was proving it with facts. She and Serana, they were on opposite ends of the scale,
waiting for him to make a choice.
Without a response from Boyd, Johnson grew restless and impatient. "Better decide what you''re
going to do, if I don''t see Serana in two hours, you''ll be picking up this woman''s body."
The assistant stood by, waiting for Boyd''s orders on what preparations to make, asionally
hearing Johnson''s low, crazed voice on the phone. "Mr. Boyd, Johnson wants Miss Serana? Should
we..."
Boyd pocketed the phone, opening the car door. "She can''t go."
The assistant paused, "But Ms. Yasmine."
"Serana''s condition doesn''t allow her to take this risk."
The assistant realized immediately. Of course. Not to mention Serana''s heart condition, she was
also pregnant.
"Coordinate with the cops, I''m heading over now."
"Alright."
Boyd''s car sped away.
The sun finally set, and Yasmine was dragged by Johnson up a flight of a hundred steps.
Johnson didn''t even know where his wife and child were buried exactly, holding a slip of paper with
a plot number on it. After winding their way through, they finally found the spot.
Tucked in the far corner, behind a row of pine trees, the grave was shaded for most of the day.
Considering his family''s situation, securing two plots here was a stroke of luck.
Johnson ced a bouquet of roses on his wife''s tombstone, staring at the photo engraved there, his
hand rubbing his eyes.
"I''m sorry..." He knelt on the ground, his voice breaking with sobs.
Yasmine watched from a distance, feeling a pang of sympathy for their plight, but it was unrted to
her.
She nced at the adjacent tombstone, lost in thought.
Yasmine caught a glimpse of the Johnsons'' son in a faded photograph, a boy of maybe seven or
eight, with bushy eyebrows, bright eyes, and a cherubic, slightly shy smile.
He must have been such a good kid, but fate can be cruel.
Standing by the graveside, Johnson emptied arge bag of snacks onto the cold stone. His voice
wavered as he introduced each treat to the son who could no longer taste them. He even
mentioned cotton candy and jelly beans, the kid''s favorites.
They were all the rage a decade ago, yet these were the only two kinds he really talked about. The
boy hadn''t had much of a chance to enjoy treats in his short life.
Johnson spoke to his son as if he were right there, as if a lifetime of words were spilling out.
Yasmine pressed her lips together, a sudden, unexinable sourness welling up in her heart.
Looking down at her still-t belly, she thought of her own child-to-be. Her baby wouldn''t face a fate
like Johnson''s boy. She was determined to give her child everything – everything others had, and
even what they didn''t. Happiness, health, and a life free from regrets. She wouldn''t leave her child
with any sense of longing, nor would she allow herself to live with regret.
After all, regret was something in this world that not even death can mend.