Chapter 1912
No matter how many delicacies were at hand, what did it matter?
If that boy were still here, he would have surely found joy in more than just cotton candy and jelly
beans. Those were mere memories, after all.
This reminiscence was only for the father who lost his beloved son. The memories were the only
things that could keep him alive.
If only Serana''s parents hadn''t been so blinded by greed, hadn''t coveted that heart, his child would
be alive, they would be alive, and Serana would have surely found a match by now. After all these
years, without a heart transnt, wasn''t she still living well?
Yet, to give their daughter aplete childhood, and to spare her any regrets, they cruelly snatched
away another child''s life, leaving a family shattered.
And somehow, Yasmine got dragged into their mess.d2
Looking for Serana once nearly cost Yasmine her life, and now, it was all over again. This stroke of
bad luck, it seemed, wasn''t enough just once. It had to happen twice.
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the original content on Noveldrama. Yasmine can see how Johnson cherished his son, and
under normal circumstances, she might have been moved by such affection. But the more he
indulged in his grief, the more unsettled she became. The deeper the love, the deeper the hate—
she feared in his rage, he might justsh out at her.
"Sweet boy, be at peace. Daddy won''t let your death be in vain. I''ll make sure those who hurt you
join you soon."
Yasmine shuddered at the thought. "Your son, at his age, should be remembered for his innocence
and kindness. I don''t think he would want to see you do what you''re nning. And have you really
not considered any way out for yourself?"
Johnson sneered bitterly, "A way out? Now that I''m all alone, what way out should I n for myself?
All I know is my son''s death was unjust, and my wife will never find peace in death. I bet they''re
both watching, waiting for me to join them. If it weren''t for you, they wouldn''t have waited in vain for
so many years."
"I can''t condone revenge that demands a life for a life. Even if you killed Serana, your wife and son
won''te back to life, and you''ll ruin your own life. Do you really think they''d want that for you?"
"Shut up! Don''t preach to me with your morals!" Johnson struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot
from crying, looking as ravenous as a fiend.
Yasmine stepped back instinctively as he red at her with fury.
"Everyone knows these high and mighty morals, and so do I. But..." He paused, his eyes trembling
with rage as he pointed to his son''s gravestone and spited out, "Have you ever lost a son? Have
you had your son taken from you?"
She was speechless, her gaze briefly meeting the smiling boy on the tombstone, and it pierced her
heart. She looked away, knowing she had never lost a son, and it was something she can''t fathom
happening.
"No words? Still think your morals hold up? Morals... ha, if morals mattered, my son wouldn''t be
dead. The world''s justice is only for the weak."
Yasmine didn''t respond, because she agreed with Johnson. Throughout the history, it had always
been survival of the fittest.
Johnson had left no room for turning back. As dusk fell, the graveyard grew more sinister, but his
tension was gone. Perhaps, by his son and wife''s side, he found peace. Or perhaps, at this point,
fear was meaningless.
Yasmine stood quietly, watching Johnson wipe his family''s gravestone clean time and again. And
yet, she thought, perhaps for the sake of her child''s happiness, she should temper her own temper,
and stop fighting with Boyd.
Over the years, she admitted her temperament had been less than ideal, and Boyd''s patience
showed his sincerity. Despite the tangled rtionship with Serana, she considered stepping back,
giving Boyd the benefit of the doubt one more time.
Her pride hurt, but for her child, and for aplete family, she was willing topromise. When
Boyd came to her rescue, she would let go of her grievances.
"You seem ratherposed." Johnson noted her eerie calm, her face devoid of fear, even hopeful.
Yasmine masked her faint expressions, "Would my panic make you spare me?"
Johnson chuckled, "You think that man, Boyd, will he really bring the girl?"
She hesitated, "I don''t know."
"I spoke to him on the phone, and his tone was cold. What''s your rtionship with him? His
indifference makes me wonder, are you worth the girl to him? Will hee for you?"
Yasmine actually wanted to avoid this question. In Boyd''s eyes, between her and Serana, who
mattered more? Was she worth the sacrifice of Serana?
She didn''t answer, unwilling and unable, as Boyd''s arrival provided Johnson his answer.
"Whether lovers or not, you don''t quite measure up to that girl."
Johnson sneered as a tall figure approached through the twilight, his presence cold and formidable,
followed by his assistant and the two men from Serana''s hospital room.
Her eyes flickered.
Suddenly, Johnson grabbed her, pulling her behind him, "But it doesn’t matter. Today''s just your bad
luck. I couldn''t get Serana, but taking you down isn''t a bad constion. After all, you''re not entirely
innocent."
He spoke, his voice a gruff whisper, as he pulled a knife from his belt. With a swift motion, he tossed
aside the sheath, the gleaming de resting dangerously against Yasmine''s throat.
All Yasmine could do was tilt her head back to avoid being cut, her blood running cold with fear.
Serana was nowhere to be seen, and at any moment, Johnson could cut her throat.
"Johnson,e on, you''re better than this. You hate them, right?" Yasmine trembled as she spoke,
her voice barely above a whisper due to fear.
"Don''t talk to me about them. They''re animals. Cold-blooded, heartless animals."
"I won''t argue with that," Yasmine managed to swallow with caution, "But that man over there, he''s
innocent, isn''t he? He''s got nothing to do with your feud."
Johnson''s voice shook with tension. "You''re the one in danger here, and you''re worrying about
someone else?"
"I''m pregnant with his child. You''re a father. You just asked me if I''ve ever lost a son. I haven''t, and I
can''t truly understand your pain, but since you know what it''s like, you wouldn''t want to be like
them, making another innocent father suffer as you have, would you?"
"You hate that family, so you wouldn''t allow yourself to be like them, right?"
Johnson, his back against his son''s gravestone, looked startled at Yasmine''s words. His face
showed surprise.
"What did you say? You..." He paused, his eyes once again fierce, "You''re lying! If you really were
carrying his child, he wouldn''t hesitate to trade that girl for you. Even if you''re not that important to
him, he would care about the child. If what you''re saying is true, I see no reason for you to live. You
and the child together are worth less than one Serana. What a failure you are."
Had Yasmine not kept her wits about her, Johnson''s words could have plunged her into despair.
"I still..."
"Shut up!" As Boyd approached with his men, Johnson suddenly shouted, tightening his grip on
Yasmine''s shoulder and stepping back, his stance unsteady. In the movement, the knife''s edge
nicked Yasmine''s neck, drawing a thin line of blood.
Boyd''s eyes darkened further, his gaze shifting to Johnson with icy rity. "You better hand her
over, or I''ll make sure you die a gruesome death right in front of your family."
Yasmine had seen him rxed, seen him in a suit and tie, distinguished and refined, but she had
never seen the ferocity and wildness beneath that exterior. It wasn''t the bluster of a raging storm. It
was the tense, brooding darkness before a tempest, leaving one''s heart in their throat, bracing for
the fury toe.
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He was no gentleman. In his bones, he was as ruthless and proud as theye.
Johnson''s eyes searched behind Boyd, looking for any sign of Serana''s arrival. "You really didn''t
bring that girl?"
Boyd''s cold stare was answer enough.
Johnson let out a bitterugh, his eyes filled with a perverse sympathy for Yasmine. "See that? The
girl''s life is worth so much more than both of yours. What''s the point of you living?"
Yasmine''s expression chilled further. "I think if you were gone, your wife and son would still find the
strength to carry on."