A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 210

Besides, she had been the one to fall in love with him first. She was hopelessly devoted.

Usually, the one who loved more was taken for granted, but not with Holden. Even knowing she'd never leave him, he cherished her fiercely, protecting her dignity and making her feel like royalty.

He was special. It was exactly why she adored him.

"I need my eyeshadow stick."

He handed it over flawlessly.

"Lip liner."

Without a second thought, he found it and passed it to her.

While she touched up her lips, Holden grabbed the keys to his exclusive supercar, ready to personally escort her into the night.

Meanwhile, Heather arrived at the hospital.

Jasmine slept all day, so by nightfall, she was wide awake, her beady eyes darting around the room.

Heather sighed, trying to reason with her. "Kicking Dr. Shultz out that night was crossing the line. She's so young and tiny—she barely weighs ninety pounds—yet she dragged your heavy body out of the backyard to save you. I saw her sweating through her clothes, running upstairs to get you the antidote..."

"Save it! I don't want to hear it," Jasmine's face instantly soured.

The staff at the Lockwood Mansion were highly trained professionals, and they usually got along well, which was why Heather had bothered to visit so late.

But Jasmine had no interest in hearing the truth.

She was Madeleine's loyal lapdog.

She only cared about her mistress. As for the doctor who saved her? She couldn't care less if she lived or died.

Heather frowned. "The police have been investigating for days. I gave my statement yesterday. Things are looking really bad for Dr. Shultz. She might..."

"Get out!" Jasmine bolted upright, pointing a chubby finger at the door.

"You..."

"Are you going to lecture me about being ungrateful again? Who made the rule that I have to repay her? She didn't save me! The anti-venom did. And Madeleine paid the hospital bill with her own cold, hard cash. Stop trying to guilt-trip me!"

Heather shook her head. "Are you getting discharged tomorrow or not?"

She furiously dialed the number.

But before she could press call—

*Bang.*

The hospital door swung open, and two police officers strode into the room.

"Which one of you is Jasmine Miller?"

"Me!" Jasmine immediately raised her hand.

Madeleine had told her the police might come for a routine follow-up, and that they were "on her side," so there was nothing to fear.

Desperate to teach Heather a lesson, Jasmine didn't hesitate.

She pointed directly at her coworker.

"I want to report her! Heather Matthews is Winifred's accomplice!"