The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 135

"The best match for me is my wife. As far as love is concerned, fate is not the only thing that matters, because timing is also important."

"But don't you think it's boring? Men always think of marriage as a grave. No matter what happens in the future, the romance won't be fresh the way it is like during the dating days."

"I don't know what others think, but in the very least, I won't."

"Why?"

"It's simple. When the so-called fresh love is over, love will die and it will be no more. What comes next is only the shadow of love. What is precious is not fresh love, but true love. When the shadow of love understands true love, marriage is no longer a grave."

Sebastian Simons' words warmed Yasmine Taylor's fragile heart deeply. In fact, she never had much confidence in marriage because she had seen worse marriages than happy ones.

The next evening, she called Sebastian. "Hello, are you off work yet?"

"Almost there. What's the matter?"

"Come home. Don't you remember?"

"Oh, I haven't forgotten,"

Sebastian replied with disappointment. "Don't worry. Because I promised you, I won't go back on my "Then I'll wait for you at school. You come and pick me up, and then we'll go home together."

"Okay."

After ending the call, Yasmine went to the school gate and patiently waited for Sebastian. Scott Jules was the last one to leave school every day. When he rang the horn of his car, he caught Yasmine's attention. She slowly walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for my husband."

Scott's eyes darkened. "Would you like a lift?"

"There's no need for that. He'll be here soon."

"Well, see you later."

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Yasmine stopped him. "If it's convenient, please go and see Lily. Her family is abroad and I have something important to do today, so I can't go to the hospital to see her."

"I'm actually going to see her now."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Scott gave her a meaningful look. Then, he stepped on the pedals and went away.

Not long after he left, Sebastian's car arrived at the school. Yasmine sat inside, clapped her hands, and said, "Let's go."

"Can I discuss something with you?" "Go ahead."

"Don't force me to do anything I don't want to do when I get back."

"For example?"

"For example, if I don't want to eat, don't force me to eat. If I don't want to stay in the living room, don't deliberately make me stay."

"Okay, no problem."

The two of them reached an agreement. The car soon arrived at the Mansion Flouse. Seeing that Sebastian was back, the guard on duty immediately ran in and informed Madam Simons. Madam Simons was so excited that she almost fainted the moment she heard that her son had returned. She had been waiting for her son for a whole month, and missed him the entire time.

Sebastian followed Yasmine into the house with a gloomy face. His family was ready to welcome him. When their eyes met, their love for him was evident. Madam Simons was the first to ask in a trembling voice, "You're back?"

"Yes."

Sebastian nodded expressionlessly. After all, he still couldn't let go of the things his parents had done to him.

"I wasn't expecting you, so I didn't prepare any food. The kitchen is preparing food now. You can rest for a while before it's ready."

"You don't have to prepare anything. I don't have much appetite anyway."

Sebastian was about to go upstairs. The people in the room all looked at each other. Madam Simons then pinched her husband. After that, Titus Simons said coldly, "Come to the office with me. I have something to talk to you about."

Madam Simons winked at her daughter- in- law again, and Yasmine immediately ran to Sebastian and said, "Go ahead. Dad wants to talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Don't do this. Dad has already opened his mouth. He's an elder, so you have to give him some face."

Sebastian glared at her. Was everything he told her on the way home a waste of time?

He reluctantly followed his father into the office. As the door was closed, Madam Simons excitedly pulled Yasmine so that she was seated on the sofa. She said, "Yasmine, I really don't know how to thank you. You are such a sweet little girl."

Yasmine smiled awkwardly and said, "You're too serious. This is what I promised you from the beginning, so I'm only fulfilling my promise."

"What reason do you have for making such a promise to us? It's our family's luck to have such a good daughter-in-law."

"Enough, mom. Don't say that. You over-flatter me."

Madam Simons patted her on the shoulder, and she was so grateful she couldn't speak.

"By the way, how did your fertility examination go?"

"Oh." Yasmine just remembered the examination reports at the hospital that she had forgotten about. "What's wrong?"

"I forgot to collect the reports."

"Look at you, little child. You don't usually forget anything, so how did you forget the examination reports?" Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Yasmine rubbed her forehead. "There's been a lot of things going on lately and I'm a little overwhelmed."

"It's okay. You can get them when you have time tomorrow. If you don't have the time, I'll help you get them."

"There's no need. I don't have classes tomorrow afternoon, so I can go by myself."

"Okay."

The door of the office had been closed for an hour, but there was no sign of anyone coming out. Yasmine could not help but worry. "Mom, what is Dad saying to Sebastian? Why are they taking such a long time?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it's between the men."

"I hope that when he comes out later, your relationship with him will get better."

"I hope for that even more than you do."

Madam Simons sighed and said, "Hey, don't wait any longer. The food is getting cold. Let's eat first."

Halfway through the meal, the door of the office was finally opened. Sebastian went upstairs with a sullen face and Yasmine suddenly had no appetite to eat anymore. She put down her cutlery and said, "I'll go and check on him."

She followed Sebastian to the bedroom. When she saw him standing in front of the window, she quickly handed him a cigarette and said, "Come and have a smoke."

Sebastian took it. Just as he was about to light it up, she snatched his lighter and said, "I'll do it."

As she lit the cigarette for him, she teased, "How unfortunate that you have a considerate wife like

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me.

Sebastian did not speak, and the atmosphere was still cold. So, she could only shut up and sit by the bed and accompany him.

After a long time, she couldn't help but ask, "You have stood for more than an hour. How long are you going to keep standing?"

Sebastian remained silent. She walked up to him, pulled on his sleeve, and said, "I'm talking to you. Can you please say something to me?"

He suddenly took her into his arms and hugged her tightly. Yasmine was stunned for a few seconds and she asked blankly, "What did dad say to you? Why do you seem to be in a bad mood?"

"No matter how bad my mood is, as long as you are by my side, I will be okay."

After that, he bent down and kissed her delicate red lips affectionately.

The next day at noon, Yasmine came out of school and went straight to the gynecology clinic where Madam Simons had taken her to.

When she found the doctor she saw last night and before she could explain the purpose of her visit, the doctor said, "If you're not here now, I would've called the mansion."

"What's wrong? Is it the test results?"

Her heart began to feel uneasy for no reason.

The doctor's expression was quite solemn. She took Yasmine's report from the stack of papers and handed them to her. He said seriously, "You have to be mentally prepared. Don't feel too down."

The doctor's words made Yasmine feel like a bomb had gone off in Yasmine's mind. She snatched the examination report from the doctor's hands. With a loud bang in her head, the bomb exploded...

"Primary infertility?" she asked in a trembling voice. "What does that mean?"

"To put it in layman's terms, it means that you don't have the ability to give birth."

"It's impossible. It's absolutely impossible. Why am I not fertile? I'm clearly very healthy. Why am I not fertile?"

Yasmine was very shocked and furious. She was about to have a break down. How could she accept such a result?

"Miss Taylor, calm down first. In the medical field, there is no reason for primary infertility. But now that technology has advanced, even terminal diseases can be cured, let alone infertility. What you need to do now is to calm your emotions first, and then undergo some high-tech treatment."

"Is there a mistake with the results?"

Yasmine held the examination report in her hand and slapped it on the table. "There must be a mistake with the test results!" "If you have doubts over them, you may go for a second opinion. After all, we are not the only hospital in B City."

"I will check it out. If this is a mistake, I will never let it go!"

Yasmine turned around angrily and left. The sky was gloomy, but her mood was even gloomier than the sky. How was she supposed to calm down? She had been looking forward to having a child with Sebastian, but now, she had just learned that she wasn't fertile. It was as if a knife had pierced her heart without warning, and it made her feel worse than death.

"I-I won't. I won't cry. They made a mistake with the examination. I'll go for a second opinion."

Yasmine walked along the street muddleheaded as she repeatedly warned herself not to cry. However, her tears just wouldn't stop. She did not dare to imagine what she would do if the results were not wrong.

The only faith she had now was that the results were wrong. Sebastian had just warmed up to her. At this moment, she could not afford any mistakes.

She went to the top hospital in the city and requested for a fertility check-up. The examination equipment in that hospital was more advanced, so she did not need to wait for three days. She needed to wait for only three hours before she could overthrow the examination results from the earlier hospital.

These three hours were like 30 years to Yasmine. It was more painful than the torture she suffered in Taylor's Family for the past 10 years from the age of 12 to 22 years old. She curled up in a corner of the gynecology clinic and looked at the pregnant ladies who were due for delivery soon. Her heart was torn apart again. No one knew how much she desired for such a day. No one knew how envious she was of those who were going to be a mother.

She didn't want to be tortured again. She went out of the lobby and arrived at the lawn outside the hospital with a blank expression. Why was the osmanthus-scented air mixed with sadness? She found a stool to sit on. Patients passed by in front of her from time to time. There were signs of illness on the faces of those patients. She felt sympathy for them, but even more for herself. How much pain and torture did she have to go through in order to enjoy the happiness awarded to

ordinary people? Before she turned 24, revenge was her ultimate goal. After she turned 24, her ultimate goal was to live a happy life with Sebastian and give birth to their own children. Now, her dream had been crushed by the ruthless examination report. She suddenly felt that her life had no more value.

"Miss, will you help me hold my child?"

A woman in her thirties sat down beside her with two children in her arms. The two children looked exactly the same. She took one of them and asked, "Are they twins?"

"Yes, they are. It's tiring to give birth to two babies at once. They both have Hemangioma and they are going for removal surgery tomorrow, so I brought them to the hospital today."

The woman was feeding the baby while telling her about the suffering that childcare entailed.

The woman didn't know that the hardship she was experiencing was exactly the kind of happiness that Yasmine didn't have the privilege of feeling.

In a daze, she looked at the child's delicate face in her arms. Her fingers trembled and she wanted to touch it, but her hands were shaking too much. Tears rolled down and fell on the child's tender face. The child was shocked and cried loudly, so the woman hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Faced with the woman's question, Yasmine's face was full of tears and she didn't say a word. As if she had realized something, the woman took over the child, looked at her deeply, and left with a slight sigh and the child in her arms.

Watching the woman's figure, she bit her lips to stop herself from crying. She comforted herself again and again in her heart, telling herself to not envy others and not be too negative. The result had not come out yet, and so there was still hope.

With the sliver of hope, she managed to endure the three hours of pain. When she was about to receive the test results, the feeling of nervousness that she felt was something that she would never forget for the rest of her life.

"Unfortunately, there may be some problems with your fertility. The preliminary diagnosis results suggest primary infertility."

Her eyes darkened, and her world instantly fell into endless darkness. After all, God cruelly closed her window and closed her door, leaving her in a dark and desperate hell. Tears flooded her like a river. In the pits of hell, time receded from her eyes. She seemed to have returned to the summer night of 19 years ago, when she screamed happily in a tree and blinked at the sky. She lay in her mother's arms, enjoying the cold wind by her mother's old fan. She listened to her mother saying, "The happiest thing in my life is to have a daughter as good as you are, Little Yasmine. Because of you, I will not be lonely anymore. When you grow up, you must give birth to a daughter too, so that you will never get lonely..."