Jasmine balled her hands into tight fists, resentment simmering beneath the surface.
At the hospital, Charles and Victoria had treated her with freezing indifference, remaining utterly silent without offering even a single polite word. Even Vivienne, who was usually so warm toward her, hadn't spoken to her.
All the goodwill she had painstakingly cultivated over the years had shattered the second her father was arrested.
A suffocating weight pressed on Jasmine's chest. If her family hadn't dragged her down, she would be the happiest woman in the world right now.
Grandma Ford sighed heavily. "Go find Rowan immediately! Do whatever it takes to get him to intervene! If he helps, your father can get out, and our family will be saved!"
"If word gets out that your father went to prison, it'll ruin our reputation."
She was right, and Jasmine squeezed her palms until they ached.
But all this time, she had never once asked Rowan for money or business favors.
He had always been the one to volunteer his help.
She knew the game: the less a woman asked for, the more a man was willing to give.
Having to explicitly beg him to save her father felt like a humiliating blow to her pride.
But she also knew her grandmother was speaking the absolute truth.
The Jameson family would never accept the daughter of a convicted felon as their daughter-in-law.
Swallowing her pride, Jasmine took a deep breath. "I'll figure something out."
……
The moment Rowan stepped into the office, he spotted Jasmine waiting by his door. Catching the hint, Wesley quietly slipped away to give them privacy.
Jasmine went through the motions, brewing his coffee just the way he liked it. When he sat down to work, she gently placed the mug next to his hand.
Rowan glanced up, his voice flat. "Have you been crying?"

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