Chapter 613: Chapter 613



They both looked at each other and, at the same time, thought she would make a fool of herself. They rushed in together and found Jasmine Burke passed out on the floor.

Boyce Shawn checked her condition. Fortunately, she was not out cold, but perhaps she fainted from too much sadness.

As he picked her up and headed for the exit, he looked at that person again, “I may have to take her to the hospital. Call me if anything happens in the office.” That person said yes.

Boyce came out of the office with her in his arms. He put her in the back seat of the car parked in front of the door, sat in the driver’s seat and started the car.

On the way to the hospital, Jasmine woke up to see where he was and asked in a hoarse, weak voice, “Where are you taking me?”

Boyce looked at her and said, “To the hospital.”

“I’m fine, I don’t want to go to the hospital.” She propped herself up to sit up and Boyce pulled to the side of the road and turned to give her a look, “So where do you want to go?”.

Jasmine was lost. Except for college, she had nowhere to live outside. She suddenly realized she had nothing. She was struggling to make a living, but life was too hard for her.

Even the last of her family had been taken from her.

“I think in my past life I must have been a horrible person. I hurt a lot of people, that’s why I get so many punishments now. Otherwise, how else could God treat me like this?” She sobbed and tears ran down her cheeks.

Boyce didn’t know how to comfort her, “Don’t say that.”

She clasped her hands together around her knees and curled up. “If not, why has God treated me that way?”

“There are many people less fortunate than you. You’ve been admitted to a good college, so you’ll have a good life later,” Boyce persuaded her.

Jasmine laughed in bewilderment, “What does this mean? Before, I wanted to go to a good college, have a good job after graduation, earn a lot of money, and have a good life for my mother. But after that, why should I keep working so hard to earn money, who should I give it to?”

Boyce pursed her lips.

She must definitely feel very lonely, but she must still strive to keep on living.

You can only live once. No matter what the reason is, you can’t give up.

“If you have no place to go, then come to my house. I’ll wait for you to calm down, and then I’ll bring you.” Boyce was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to get over it alone, so he wanted to bring her to his house to keep an eye on her and prevent any accidents from happening.

“I don’t want to,” Jasmine refused. She just wanted to be left alone. She pushed open the car door and got out.

Boyce followed her out, “Where are you going?”

“I want to be left alone, don’t follow me.” Jasmine walked quickly because she was afraid Boyce would stop her. She didn’t notice the steps under her feet, so she accidentally tripped on them and almost fell. Boyce grabbed her arm in one swift motion to keep her from falling. As she was about to speak, the phone in her pocket rang.

She pulled out her phone and answered it. It was Officer Miller, who wanted to see him.

He looked at Jasmine and said, “I’m out…”.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re out, come back as soon as possible.” Officer Miller’s tone was very solemn.

Boyce had to get back immediately. “Just ten minutes.”

He muttered and hung up the phone. He didn’t want to leave Jasmine alone, so he decided to take her with him. “Let’s go back to the office together, then we’ll go out again.”

“I don’t want to,” Jasmine again refused.

Boyce said patiently, “Where are you going alone?” She didn’t answer.

Because she had nowhere to go.

Ignoring her refusal, he forced her into the car and pulled her inside, then quickly closed the door.

“You can’t stay outside alone. It’s too dangerous. We already know each other, so I can’t ignore you.” And with that, he started the car.

Jasmine didn’t cry, but curled quietly in the back seat, not saying a word.

Boyce looked at her again and, seeing that she didn’t refuse, stepped on the gas and drove away with the car.

Back at the office, Boyce took her into his office, poured her a glass of water and set it on the table. “Wait for me for a moment.”

Jasmine did not speak, but gave a mute glance at that place without concentrating, like an inanimate puppet.

Boyce knew she couldn’t hear him, but he said nothing, left the room and closed the door softly.

He went to Officer Miller’s office, knocked on the door and opened it only when he heard someone inside tell him to come in.

Officer Miller saw him enter, put down his things, came out of his office and asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

“No,” Boyce said.

Officer Miller walked to the front desk and said, “Come over here and sit down.”

Boyce walked over and sat down. “Why did you call me?” he asked.

Officer Miller pondered for a while and asked, “You’re going to marry that Jasmine?”

Boyce gave Officer Miller a surprised look. Although he cared for him as he cared for his father, he found it strange that he could suddenly ask such a question. “Why are you asking me this?”

“I’m going to get a glass of water.” Officer Miller stood up, grabbed a glass from his desk, made himself a cup of tea and sat down, watching Boyce. “I didn’t know until today that Jasmine’s mother was a felon.”

“She has no record and it’s of no benefit to you to marry her.”

“I know,” Boyce said.

“Still, are you going to date her?” Officer Miller asked.

Officer Miller did so purely because of Boyce. According to his skills, he would definitely not limit himself to having a deputy position, but would go further in the future.

If he married Jasmine, a girl with no family background and who had such a mother, his official career would be affected.

If his wife had a strong background, it would be easier for him in the future. If that wife is Jasmine, that is, it would not be useful to him and he would find it more difficult.

Boyce understood what Officer Miller meant. He never thought of leaning on his wife to make a niche for himself.

As ambitious as he was, he just wanted to rely on himself.

“I don’t have that many requirements for my wife. As long as two people get along, family background is not that important.”

Officer Miller wasn’t too surprised. He had already expected that answer. If Boyce broke up with Jasmine over it, he wouldn’t value it that much.

He stood up and patted Boyce’s shoulder, “Brace yourself.”

Boyce gave a hum.

“I’ve always looked up to you. I wanted you to be my son-in-law, but we don’t have that kind of connection. But career-wise, I’ll always fight for you as far as I can.”

Officer Miller pulled his hand back, “Okay, do your thing. She’s been in a lot of pain. Try to comfort her, be nice to her.”

Boyce looked to Officer Miller for clarification of his relationship with Jasmine, but at that crucial moment he preferred not to talk about it and just said, “I know, then I’m leaving.”

Officer Miller waved his hand, “Go.”

Boyce left the room and returned to his office, opened the door and noticed that Jasmine, who had been sitting on the couch earlier, had disappeared. The office was empty and the water on the table had not been drunk.

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