Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO novel Chapter 172

The one who spoke was Jasmine’s mother, who had kept quiet until now.

Maybe it was guilt, but even her voice lacked conviction.

Clearly, Jasmine hadn’t taken after her mother’s timid, evasive nature.

She must have inherited her father’s–rotten to the core, shameless to the point of not knowing what shame

was.

With that thought, Autumn’s lips curved into a cold smirk.

“You know exactly what you’ve done. Justice lives in people’s hearts. I may not have proof now, but that doesn’t mean I never will.

“And let me make one thing clear–my ties with the Lewis family are gone. Without them, I’ll only get better and better.”

With that, she didn’t bother to check Jasmine’s reaction and turned to leave.

Jasmine ground her teeth in fury. “Autumn, just you wait–I won’t let you have it easy.”

It was peak morning hours at the hospital, and a crowd had gathered by the elevators.

People were growing impatient at Jasmine blocking the doorway without moving.

“Miss, there are plenty of people waiting for the elevator. Standing here and blocking it–what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly. We’ve got check–ups to get to. We don’t have time to watch you argue. Either get in or get out, but don’t waste everyone’s time.”

“You’re just a young woman, yet your mouth’s so vicious. And now you’re hogging a public elevator? Serves you right that your mother’s seriously ill.”

“Young people these days got no manners at all. Taking up public resources and acting so high and mighty. Hurry up and move before you hold up the rest of us.‘

One older woman yanked Jasmine and her mother away from the doorway, and the crowd piled into the elevator, muttering curses as they went.

Jasmine stomped her foot in frustration, wanting to get in, but could only watch the doors close.

These rude old geezers was just infuriating.

So, they could use the elevator, but she couldn’t?

For the next half hour, every elevator was either in use or too packed to squeeze into.

Jasmine’s pretty face twisted in rage, but unwilling to take the stairs, she stood there seething.

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When Autumn arrived at Peter’s office, the old man hadn’t come in yet, so she had no choice but to sit in a chair outside and wait.

Not long after, Keith showed up carrying a food container.

Inside was oatmeal.

The moment the aroma reached her, Autumn’s stomach growled with hunger, but she couldn’t eat now.

Bringing breakfast at a time like this, when she was starving, felt like pure temptation.

As if sensing this, Keith set the oatmeal on the windowsill nearby, then walked over to her.

He sat down beside her, his gaze warm and gentle. “Nervous?”

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