Yasmine Taylor was reluctant but she still agreed quickly, "Okay, no problem."
They went downstairs together. Tiffany Simons whispered to her mother, "Mom, our trick worked out!"
"Yeah, if I knew it's so effective, I would have used it earlier."
"If you used it earlier, it might not work. It depends on who it is. I think only Yasmin can handle my brother."
"That's right. Yasmine must have been his rival in her past life..." they said in hushed tones.
Both of them quickly ended their conversation as the couple approached. Mila Simons gently held Yasmine's hand and asked with concern," They said that you were not feeling well. Are you okay? Do you feel better now?"
"I feel much better now. I'm sorry to worry you, mom." Yasmine gave a warm smile.
"It's okay, as long as you're fine. Let's eat, you must be hungry."
Mila winked at the servants. One of them quickly went into the kitchen and served Yasmin a bowl of hot soup.
Yasmine had been drinking the same type of nourishing soup everyday and she had gotten used to it. As she started digging in, Mila reminded her, "Drink it while it's hot."
"Okay."
She picked up her bowl and sipped it slowly. Mila said, " You have to drink it all. You only drank one-third of it yesterday. If that's the case, when will I get a grandchild?"
"Ahem..." Yasmine coughed violently, almost choking on the soup when she heard that. She tried to catch her breath but couldn't stop coughing. Tiffany and Mila quickly pat her on her back and asked, "Are you okay? Are you okay?"
Sebastian was the one sitting closest to her, but he acted as if nothing happened. He looked like he wouldn't care even if she choked herself to death.
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