Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead

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Sir, Your Ex-wife is Already Dead by Frida Hammond Chapter 12 A Conspiracy

Jazmine wanted to take her phone back, but her wrist was tightly locked. She looked up and saw

Giancarlo’s mocking gaze.

Giancarlo answered the phone.

An anxious man’s voice came from the other side of the line. “Jazmine, Jennie said that you were

hospitalized. What happened?

“Where are you? I am going to find you now…”

Without waiting for the other side to finish speaking, Giancarlo said coldly, “It seems that training

abroad is useless. Otherwise, why is it that after four years, Mr. Berton still yearns for other people’s

things?”

His voice was hoarse and cold, even with a hint of ridicule.

David turned silent.

After a long time, David said, “Where’s Jazmine? Put her on the phone.”

“David.” There was a layer of dark shadow in Giancarlo’s eyes. He said in a low voice, “The Berton

family can protect you once, but they may not be able to help you for a lifetime.”

After that, Giancarlo directly hung up the phone.

“Did you do that to the Berton family back then?” Jazmine’s back tensed up as she asked in disbelief.

At that time, David was the one who disapproved of marriage the most. On the night before the

wedding, she received a call from David saying that he had something to show her about the Tapia

family.

However, she suddenly received news that the Berton family had been investigated and that David had

been sent abroad overnight.

Now that she thought about it, everything seemed to be reasonable.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling upset?” Giancarlo frowned as he looked at her. For some reason, a

wave of frustration rose in

his heart.

He looked down and saw the wound on Jazmine’s wrist. It was torn open and bleeding. He grabbed her

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wrist and was about to apply for the medicine, but she refused.

“Did you do it to the Berton family?”

Jazmine staggered to her feet, like a hedgehog covered in spikes. Her bright eyes were also full of

disappointment.

That sense of disappointment and concern was like a thorn that stabbed over fiercely.

“So what if I did it?” The frustration in Giancarlo’s heart grew even stronger, and his tone became

colder. “Now your father’s company is in a crisis. Do you still want to plead for David?”

“If you want David to help you leave.” Before Giancarlo went out, he paused and said, “Then you

should first consider the consequence. Whether the Berton family can bear it or not.”

The door was slammed shut.

Jazmine was left sitting on the bed, dispirited.

The things that she couldn’t figure out, in the beginning, were now clearly unfolding in front of her eyes.

It was like an airtight huge conspiracy, trapping her in layers.

The phone buzzed again. She subconsciously picked it up. Her mother’s hoarse sobs came from the

other side of the line.

“Jazmine, why didn’t Giancarlo answer the phone? Did you tell him what happened to your father?” The

voice on the other side sounded anxious and nervous as if she was grasping at her last straw in

despair.

“Mom, he and I…” Before Jazmine could say the word divorce, she heard the sound of crying.

“Jazmine, your father, he is going to be arrested and sent to jail!”

The words fell loudly.

The phone almost fell out of her hand. Jazmine suppressed her trembling. “Didn’t the company already

apply for bankruptcy? How could they arrest Dad and send him to prison?”

Her father had always been a well–behaved businessman. He had started his business from nothing

until now. How could there be anything illegal?

“I don’t know. Jazmine, just go and ask Giancarlo for help. Your father is in bad health. He can’t stand

the torment.”

“Okay. I’ll go now.”

After hanging up the phone, Jazmine pushed open the door and got ready to go out.

“Ms. Gardner. If you have anything to do, we can help you.” The two bodyguards at the door reached

out and blocked her way.

It was clear that they were imprisoning her in the room.

“Get out of the way.” Jazmine gritted her teeth and said, “I want to see Giancarlo.”

However, the person at the door did not move and continued to speak in a business–like manner, “I’m

sorry, Ms. Gardner. Mr. Tapia said that you can’t leave.”

Sure enough…

As disappointment surged up inch by inch, Jazmine raised her head to force back the sourness in her

eyes and raised her wrist. “How about this, then will he let me out or not?”

The wound on her wrist was bleeding.

Drops of blood dripped on the ground. It looked a bit horrifying.

“This…” The bodyguard at the door hesitated.

Jazmine pushed them away and went out.

“Ms. Gardner? What’s wrong with your wrist?” Owen looked at Jazmine in surprise.

Her face was paler than before. There were many glass scratches on her wrist and the scabs were

bleeding.

“Is Giancarlo inside?” Jazmine asked as if she could not feel the pain.

Owen shook his head.

“Is that Ms. Larsen?” Her lips curved into a mocking smile as she asked softly.

This time, Owen hesitated. “Let’s find a doctor to bandage you first. If it goes on like this, you will lose

too much blood.”

“No need. I have to talk to Ms. Larsen.”

Jazmine pushed open the door and entered.

Owen could not stop her in time and could only stand at the door and watch.

After a moment, Owen picked up his phone and dialed a number. When he looked at the door again,

his eyes were a little.

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complicated.

In the room, there were patients who had just had an operation, but Jazmine looked particularly fragile,

as if she could be broken by a gust of wind.

In the room.

The moment the door was pushed open, the person lying on the bed opened her eyes in surprise. Her

voice was soft and tender. “Giancarlo, why are you…

But the words stopped abruptly.

“It’s me.” Jazmine looked at the person on the bed and an inexplicable feeling welled up in her heart.

There was hatred, bitterness, and a bit of disappointment.

Her child was supposed to be healthy and fine. If there was no kidney transplant operation, how could it

have been aborted? “Oh.” Yoselin changed her expression in an instant and sat up. “Are you here to

ask about the kidney transplant?

“Or is it about the child that has been aborted?”

Every word was like a knife that stabbed into Jazmine’s heart.

“You know that I’m pregnant?” Jazmine noticed and asked.

She clenched her fists tightly, and her wrist was still bleeding due to the force.

However, Yoselin reached out to ruffle her hair and put on a show of surprise. “Yes, I knew it long ago. I

knew it when the results of your examination came out.”

“Moreover.” Yoselin stood up and walked to Jazmine’s side. Yoselin lowered her voice and said

viciously, “This child is really a pity, but what is even more unfortunate is…”

Yoselin swept her gaze over the door and said viciously, “Your kidney is useless. The kidney transplant

surgery was to let you have a miscarriage.”

Her soft voice was as cold as a snake spitting its tongue. Jazmine looked at her in disbelief.

So, this kidney transplant surgery was a conspiracy from the beginning?

A conspiracy against her child?

“Yoselin, how dare you!”

Jazmine’s fingers were cold, and she raised her hand to spat Yoselin in the face.

A crisp sound filled the room.

However, Yoselin did not dodge. Instead, she looked at Jazmine with a bit of ridicule in her eyes.

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