Unforgettable love

Chapter 846:.

Jasmine sniffled, feeling guilty. She would hate herself for the rest of her life if she couldn’t have that baby.

Boyce picked her up from the couch, “It’s late. Go to bed.”

Actually, Boyce wasn’t as calm as he looked, but he didn’t show it in front of Jasmine. If he had panicked, Jasmine would have been even angrier.

Jasmine’s eyelashes were wet, “You don’t blame me?”

She couldn’t read Boyce’s mind. The fact that he was so calm after his brief agitation made her very uneasy. She wondered what his true thoughts might be like.

Boyce was patient and said, “I don’t blame you, really.”

He blamed himself. He had left right after they were married, leaving Jasmine alone. It was normal for her to be unreflective at times. He didn’t really blame her.

It didn’t matter if she could have the baby or not, he didn’t blame Jasmine.

Instead, he blamed himself, feeling that he hadn’t taken care of her.

She had married him at such a young age and he had given her nothing.

It was his fault.

He hugged Jasmine as she lay on the bed and comforted her, “If we can’t keep this baby, we can only say we don’t have the destiny.”

Jasmine snuggled under the comforter and didn’t say a word, except that the guilt and discomfort inside her would not cease.noveldrama

Neither slept soundly that night, but both pretended to sleep well.

In the morning, the two ate breakfast as if to comfort each other, but in reality, both ate without taste.

“I’ll take you to the hospital,” Boyce said as he put on his uniform.

Jasmine nodded. Her eyes were a little puffy, which was probably because she had cried yesterday and hadn’t rested well.

After getting dressed, she went outside with Boyce. The two of them got into the car.

Boyce started the car as the phone in his pocket rang.

He pressed the answer button and a voice came on the other end of the line, saying that he should come, that someone from the government had an assignment for them. It was Boyce’s first assignment since his promotion, and it was important to him. He had to do more than fulfill it, but do it right.

“I’ll be there later,” Boyce said.

“How’s that going to work? You just got promoted and you’re not there when someone from the government comes in. What must they be speculating about you in their minds then?”

“I…”

“Why don’t you go back to the cop and I’ll wait for you at the hospital?” Jasmine interrupted him. She knew he was busy, so she understood.

Boyce said, “I definitely have to stay with you today.”

Jasmine pursed her lips and said, “Then take me to the police officer. I’ll wait until you’re done and then we’ll go to the hospital together.” She had taken the day off anyway.

Boyce thought about it for a moment. If he left Jasmine home alone, it would be inevitable that she would get lost in various fantasies and conjectures. So he said, “All right. I’ll do it as soon as I can.”

So Boyce turned to the police officer. There were quite a few people in the lobby, as if they were working on some case. Boyce took Jasmine into his office and told her to stay inside and not to wander off.

Jasmine said, “I won’t interrupt your work.”

They were to meet with the government people in the conference room.

He and Bruno went to the conference room to get ready.

Jasmine pulled out her phone to check if the baby could be had if the pregnant woman was on medication. She found that some medications were fine and others were stronger and deadly.

Knock, knock, knock…

There was a knock at the door. Jasmine hung up the phone and turned her head toward the closed door. At that moment, the door rang twice more.

She walked over and opened the door.

A man in uniform stood in the doorway with his hat in his hand. Seeing Jasmine, he smiled and asked, “Where’s Officer Shawn?”

Jasmine said, “I’m not quite sure, is there something you want with him?”.

The man nodded, “Yes. We’ve had a case for a while and we’ve got it all worked out. I’ve come to submit the pertinent documents to Officer Shawn. There is still the final processing to be done.”

Jasmine looked at the stack of papers in his hand and said, “Why don’t you leave it here? I’ll tell you about it when I get back.”

The man thought for a moment, “It’s a bit urgent. The man is still here. I’ll go get Officer Shawn.”

Jasmine said, “Okay.”

The man took the things and left, and as Jasmine was about to close the door, she saw a man in handcuffs walk out of a room down the hallway into the interior.

His face passed in front of her, and Jasmine felt as if she had seen him somewhere before. She soon remembered that it was the doctor from the clinic who had treated her.

She approached him, fearing she had made a mistake.

She left the house as the man was escorted to the car. Jasmine gave you a good look as she ran towards the doctor, “Watch out!”.

Soon Jasmine was pulled away by the police officer.

Jasmine was too excited, “You have to put him in jail. No, shoot him. People like him only hurt others.”

“You know him?” a police officer pulled Jasmine aside.

Jasmine nodded, “He’s treated me.”

“So that’s it.” The police officer knew why she was so agitated and said, “Are you okay?”

Jasmine replied, “I’m fine.”

“You’re fine. It’s good that you’re okay.” He pointed to the people in the hallway, “Look at those people in the hallway. They are all relatives of people who have died because of her.”

Jasmine’s face paled instantly – dead?

“What, what’s going on?” asked Jasmine incoherently.

She was very surprised.

Just as the cop was about to say something to Jasmine, Boyce approached with the man who had approached him, “What’s going on?”

Jasmine leaned over to Boyce and pointed to the handcuffed doctor as she said, “This man! This is the quack who treated me.” Boyce turned to give her a look.

Jasmine said confidently, “That’s him. I can’t be wrong.”

Boyce said, “I know. You go in.” He grabbed Jasmine’s hand and said to the officer escorting her, “Take him away.”

With that, he dragged Jasmine into his office.

“Take a look.” Boyce showed her the case file.

Jasmine looked at it and reached out to take it.

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