Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead

Chapter 23

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Chapter 23 No One in the Mourning Hall

There were hurried footsteps in the hospital corridor. From afar, Jennie saw the slender figure kneeling

in the dark corridor, her head slightly lowered and her back straight.

She was wrapped in sadness and despair, as if she had been abandoned by the world.

Jennie could not help but feel sad. Suppressing the pain in her heart, Jennie softly called, “Jazmine?”

Jazmine’s stiff body moved.

With her face covered by messy hair, Jazmine slowly raised her head.

Jennie couldn’t help but gasp. She subconsciously took Jazmine’s face in her hands and asked softly,

“What’s wrong?”

Her expression was full of despair. The light in her eyes was gone, and there were still tears and red

blood at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t look like a human anymore.

Jennie even feared it would freak Jazmine out if she was slightly louder.

“I, dad…”

Jennie almost cried out. She bit the tip of her tongue and used the pain in her mouth to calm herself.

Jennie took Jazmine into her arms as gently as possible. “Jazmine, it’s not your fault. Don’t punish

yourself like this. It makes my heart ache.”

“Dead, right?”

Jazmine said in a weak and hoarse voice, like a dying person.

Hearing this, Jennie felt a burst of fear. She held Jazmine even tighter and anxiously comforted her,

“Robert slipped and fell. It

really is not your fault. Before he died, he told me that he wanted you to be well. Jazmine, are you

ignoring Robert’s words?”

Jazmine suddenly laughed.

She chuckled a few times in a low voice. “I am still alive.”

At least, she was alive and kicking.

Jennie couldn’t stand this any longer. She pulled Jazmine up, who was kneeling on the floor. Jazmine

felt so bony that Jennie’s

eyes were red again.

Jennie bit her lips hard to hold back her tears. Then she put the fragile girl in her arms on the bed.

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However, Jazmine, who was like an abandoned rag doll, suddenly jumped up when she reached the

bed.

“I want to see Dad. He is calling me.”

Jennie went cold and watched Jazmine walk out of the door with a blank expression.

At the stairs.

A slender and dark figure stood there as if it was rooted to the ground.

Jazmine said, one word at a time, “I want to see my father.”

She slowly got closer and closer to the figure and stepped on the broken glass that came out of

nowhere. She paused when she

walked past

the figure. But she soon went on.

There was suddenly blood on the ground.

The blood followed Jazmine.

She seemed unable to feel any pain.

With the flickering light reflected in his eyes, he watched as she walked toward and past him with a

bloodless and blank face.

She just ignored him like this.

Giancarlo clenched his hands, his fingertips white.

With rage in his eyes, he stared at her slim figure that passed by and suddenly reached out and

grabbed her hand.

Her delicate body fell to the ground like an abandoned leaf that got no mercy. Her face instantly turned

paler, and cold sweat oozed out of her forehead. The void on her face was replaced by pain.

Giancarlo subconsciously loosened his grip.

The pain on Jazmine’s face became thicker as she fell silent.

Jennie saw this and rushed over like mad. She held Jazmine by the shoulders and saw that the sweat

on her forehead had increased. Jennie raised her head and glared at Giancarlo. “Giancarlo, you are

such a jerk. You were breaking her arms.”

Jazmine put her cold hand on Jennie’s and said weakly, “Jennie, I want to see my dad.”

She was so persistent. Even though she was in unbearable pain, she had to see her dad.

Jennie couldn’t help but cry and roar at Giancarlo, “Giancarlo, what exactly has she done to you to

deserve this? She only

wants to see her father for the last time. Is it too much to ask?”

Giancarlo pursed his thin lips, his deep eyes on the pale face, not saying a word.

“I beg you,” Jazmine pleaded in a broken voice. It was heartbreaking.

Jennie couldn’t care so much and helped Jazmine up. “I’ll take you to the doctor. Let’s treat your

injuries first.”

She pulled Jazmine but couldn’t move her.

And Jennie didn’t dare to pull her too hard.

Jennie knew that Jazmine was unwilling to leave.

She was angry at Jazmine for begging Giancarlo and also worried about her condition. She gritted her

teeth and growled, “Get

up.”

“Is this the only way for me to see my father?”

She moved to kneel on the ground.

Bang.

She banged her head on the floor hard. The sound seemed to echo in the corridor.

Then another bang.

And she used even more strength. Jennie’s heart jumped. Jazmine’s cheeks were still pale, but her

forehead had turned red.

Again and again, blood came out of her forehead.

Only then did Jennie see broken glass on the ground. Jazmine was literally banging her head on it.

Scarlet blood flowed down her forehead. And when Jazmine banged her head again, the blood

splashed all over her face..

Giancarlo looked at her silently for a long time, then coldly snorted and walked past them.

Outside a ward not far away, a cell phone silently retreated.

Jennie saw that Jazmine was still banging her head on the ground restlessly as if she was a machine

that couldn’t feel any pain.

Jennies‘ heart ached so much that she pulled Jazmine to stop her. “He’s gone. And the bodyguards are

not here. I’ll take you

there.”

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In the car, Jennie looked back at Jazmine’s wound frequently. It kept bleeding. And Jazmine’s clothes

had been dyed red by blood, but she seemed to be unaware of it and kept muttering.

“I want to see Dad.”

Just now, it was only a brief moment, but what happened was unbearable for Jennie to see. It was easy

to imagine what kind of relationship Jazmine had with Giancarlo.

Jennie slapped herself in the face.

She stepped on the accelerator and drove Jazmine to the funeral home.

The funeral home was terribly quiet in the middle of the night, and the dim lights looked spooky and

terrifying.

The mourning hall was empty.

Robert’s photo was placed in the middle of the table, and the smoke from the burning candle was

slowly dissipating.

Jazmine’s legs were weak, and she couldn’t stop trembling. She stared at the photo with bloodshot

eyes.

It was a headshot, and it was taken when he was young. He was very handsome at that age, and his

eyes were bright. He looked so confident and ambitious.

Jazmine slowly touched the photo with trembling hands. Just as her fingertips were about to reach it,

her body was suddenly overturned by a force. Her heart and body were already injured. She was

caught off guard and fell backward.

The back of her head hit the ground, and she suddenly couldn’t hear anything.

She could only see her mother, who was full of grief and indignation, brandishing her hands at her

desperately.

If Jennie hadn’t held her back, would that slap have hit her?

After a moment, her hearing returned.

“Where did you get the cheek to come? Your father died because of you. You piece of shit, get the fuck

out of here.”

Since her always kind mother said so, then it must be her who was responsible for her dad’s death.

“Madarn, that’s not fair. Jazmine didn’t want to see this happen. It was all Giancarlo’s fault.” Jennie felt

sorry for Jazmine and couldn’t help speaking up for her.

Marin cried, “That’s her husband, the man she would give up everything to marry. If not for him, Robert

wouldn’t have died. I might as well die with him!”

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