When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 839: The Fletcher Family Elders’ Clear-headedness

Mr. Fletcher gazed at her for a long ti, and as their eyes t, the hospital room fell silent.

He knew what she had done, but he did not bla her. After all, she was the daughter of a comrade. He sighed lightly and advised—

"Jasmine, we’ve hired the best caregivers for you. You need to recover well and make sure not to leave any lasting health issues." His words were full of concern.

Mrs. Fletcher gently released the girl’s hand and slowly stood up, "Jasmine, listen to the doctor. If you need a skin graft, then get it. No matter what, you must heal well and try not to leave any scars. A girl should be beautiful."

Seeing Mr. Fletcher pull Mrs. Fletcher into his arms, Jasmine Quinn knew they wouldn’t be staying with her for long.

Yes, June was at ho, entirely entrusted to the servants, which was worriso.

"The caregiver has already arrived downstairs," Mr. Fletcher said, then looked away.

Watching her uncle and aunt leave, Jasmine Quinn lay on the bed, tears of grievance rolling down her face.

At that mont, the pain in her heart was worse than the physical pain.

Soon, two caregiver ladies ca in, dressed in sterile hospital gowns, looking very kind. They greeted her—

"Hello, Miss Quinn. From today on, we’ll take care of your daily needs. If you need anything, you can tell us."

"Get out," Jasmine said, closing her eyes, her face cold.

The two caregivers were slightly stunned, exchanged a glance, then bowed their heads at the bedside, not daring to make a sound or disturb her rest.

"Get out!" She shouted with all her strength, startling the two innocent caregivers at her bedside.

At the sa ti, she pulled at her wound, causing her to wince and draw a sharp breath in pain.

Seeing this, the two caregivers had no choice but to turn and leave, waiting outside the door, not daring to provoke her further.

On the first floor, Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher stepped out of the elevator and walked through the hospital lobby. Mrs. Fletcher turned to look at her husband, "How are you so sure that this has nothing to do with Rachel? You didn’t believe when I told you."

"Sotis, it’s not about believing or not believing; evidence speaks most convincingly." Walking outside, he took out his phone and showed her the surveillance footage.

When Mrs. Fletcher saw the fierce scene, her heart tightened and she was at a loss for words for a mont.

Jasmine, this child...

Mr. Fletcher said nothing either. He pocketed his phone and led his wife out of the hospital lobby, then got in the car.

Lying in the hospital room, Jasmine Quinn knew she had completely lost. The pain in her body seed to remind her that she was a fool.

At the company, Chase Fletcher personally conducted a video conference to clear his wife Rachel Sherman of injustice, showing great responsibility.

Besides feeling touched, Rachel felt an even greater pressure. All the employees probably had so opinions about her as well.

So she needed to realize her value even more, to contribute to the Fletcher Group, to achieve sothing.

It wasn’t until the eting ended that Rachel entered the office. Chase Fletcher and Ben Fletcher hadn’t told her about the eting.

And she really wanted to say thank you, but the words stuck in her throat.

In any case, she didn’t quite know how she got through the day. Her kind-hearted nature occasionally made her worry about Jasmine Quinn’s condition.

Chase Fletcher handled Jasmine Quinn’s resignation, following the formal procedures. After soone could do such a horrifying thing, he could never employ her again.

Today she could throw it on him; tomorrow she could throw it on Rachel.

By evening, it was finally ti to get off work. Rachel finished her tasks and was ready to leave.