Jasmine sniffled, feeling guilty. She would hate herself for the rest of her life if she couldn't have this baby.
Boyce picked her up off the couch, "It's late. Go to bed."
In fact, Boyce was not as calm as he appeared, but he didn't show it in front of Jasmine. If he had panicked, Jasmine would have been even more upset.
Jasmine's eyelashes were wet, "Don’t you 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 were like.
Boyce was patient and said, "I don't blame you, really."
He blamed himself. He had left right after they got married, leaving Jasmine alone. It was normal for her to be less than thoughtful sometimes. He really didn't blame her.
No matter whether he could have the baby or not, he didn't blame Jasmine. He blamed himself instead, feeling that he hadn't taken care of her.
She had married him at such a young age and he hadn't given her anything.
It was his fault.
He held Jasmine in his arms as she lay in bed and comforted her, "If we can't keep this baby, we can only say we don't have the destiny."
Jasmine nestled under the quilt and didn't say a word, except that the guilt and unease inside her didn't stop.
Neither of them slept soundly that night, but both of them pretended to sleep well.
In the morning, the two ate breakfast as if they were comforting each other, but in fact, both ate tastelessly.
"I'll take you to the hospital," Boyce said as he put on his uniform.
Jasmine nodded. Her eyes were a little swollen, which was probably because she had cried yesterday and hadn't rested well.
After she was dressed, she went out with Boyce. The two got into the car. Boyce started the car while 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 over, 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 just get it done, but do it beautifully.
"I'll be there later," Boyce said.
"How is that going to work? You've only just been promoted, and you're not there when someone from the government comes. What must they be speculating about you in their minds then?"
"I ..."
"Why don't you go back to the police officer 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 you take me to the police officer. I'll wait until you're done and then we'll go to the hospital together."
She'd taken the day off anyway.
Boyce thought about it for a moment. If he left Jasmine alone at home, she would inevitably be lost in various fancies and conjectures. So he said, "All right. I'll get it done as soon as I can."
So Boyce drove to the police officer. There were quite a few people in the lobby as if they were working on some case. Boyce took Jasmine back to his office and told her to stay inside and not to wander off.
Jasmine said, "I won't interrupt your work."
They had to meet the people from the government 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 kept if the pregnant woman was on medication. She found out that some medicines were okay and some were stronger and deadly.
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