Sir Your Ex wife is Already Dead

Chapter 53

Chapter 53 The Difference Between Loving and Not

Yoselin, who threw herself into Giancarlo’s arms, cried miserably. Her tears had wet her pale face, and her hair was messy, some of it clinging to her face.

She looked pitiful.

Giancarlo and Aaron raised their heads one after another. Jazmine, who was standing on the second floor, stood in situ with the baseball bat. Her expression was cold, and the fierceness in her eyes was still obvious.

The distinct comparison made the attacker stand out.

Giancarlo placed his hand on Yoselin’s shoulder and patted it from time to time, and the coldness in his eyes grew thicker. The air around him seemed to freeze.

The person who was about to bear the brunt of his anger was Jazmine, who was still holding the baseball bat, looking stubborn and rebellious.

The first to speak was Aaron.

The gentle smile on his face was replaced by worry. He walked upstairs and expressed his concerns for Jazmine as he walked.

“Jazmine, is there something you want to tell us? What happened to your head?”

Only then did Jazmine realize that she was injured, too.

Giancarlo interrupted Aaron’s question and said sternly, “Get down.”

Jazmine didn’t want to do as she was told at all.

However, she had to compromise for the sake of the Gardner Group and Marin.

She went down with the baseball bat.

In fact, she had completely forgotten that she was still holding the baseball bat.

Yet in Giancarlo’s eyes, she was provoking him. Looking at the bold Jazmine, Yoselin was overjoyed. She hoped to see Jazmine going over the line and doomed.

Only in this way could she fight back.

She wanted to get things even with Jazmine, since she had been hurt by Jazmine several times by now. She

wanted Jazmine to kneel in front of her and beg for her mercy!

Making up her mind, she shrank into Giancarlo’s arms deeper, her face full of fear. When she spoke, her

voice trembled.

“Giancarlo, please don’t let her come over. She will hit me again.”

Feeling that it wasn’t enough, she added.

“The stick with which she beat me could break a vase. My shoulder still hurts, and I am so scared. Giancarlo, you protected me. Was that the reason why Ms. Gardner went crazy?”

Yoselin emphasized the last two words.

She wanted to remind Jazmine of Jazmine’s crazy mother.

For one thing, she was telling Jazmine that if she wanted, she could deal with Jazmine’s crazy mother at any

time.

For another, Marin was Giancarlo’s mother–in–law. She wanted to remind him that since Jazmine was a crazy woman’s daughter, the craziness ran in Jazmine’s blood.

In other words, Jazmine would go crazy sometime in the future as well.

While Yoselin was speaking, Jazmine had already stood in front of her.

Jazmine looked at Yoselin with a mocking expression. She had heard every word of what Yoselin had just said, and she naturally knew what Yoselin’s words meant.

Was Jazmine afraid?

Yes. She had to admit that Yoselin aimed accurately at her sore spot.

What Jazmine feared most was that these people would use Marin against her.

At this moment, she only had a little bit of perseverance left, which came from her courage.

The only thing she knew was that they wouldn’t kill her.

And that would be enough.

What had she to lose but her life?

“Apologize.”

Giancarlo opened his mouth and simply ordered Jazmine to apologize to Yoselin. The anger on his face became more and more obvious, as if Jazmine had harmed his treasure.

Jazmine was somehow upset.

She did not apologize. Instead, she said to Aaron beside her, “Aaron, you saw it with your own eyes. What am I in this family? My husband hugged another woman in front of me and even wanted me to apologize to her.

Is that fair?”

Yoselin was startled. Only then did she remember that Aaron was also present.

She thought, Aaron is the only elder of the Tapia family.

Giancarlo usually treats Aaron with respect.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly left Giancarlo’s embrace. She figured that she had to maintain her persona

and act with decency for the sake of both Giancarlo and herself.

In such a way, she would be more qualified to marry into the Tapia family in the future.

She lowered her head, sounding apologetic as she said, “I’m sorry, Aaron. I was just so scared. I have never felt this way. It was as if I would be dead in the next second.”

As she spoke, she was holding the arm that had been smashed by Jazmine.

Her drooping hand was showing everyone that she was badly hurt.

And Jazmine was to blame.

Even though blood on Jazmine’s forehead was still oozing out.

Jazmine, on the other hand, stood in situ as if nothing had happened. She slightly raised her head, looking

stubborn.

In comparison, it was clear who the victim was.

“See what a fuss you’ve made? What if you get caught on camera? The Tapia Group will be implicated. Also, Giancarlo, if you can’t handle your own marriage, I won’t be speaking for you at the next board meeting.

Good luck.”

Aaron was pissed off.

He left in anger.

Looking at Aaron’s back as he left, Jazmine felt that somewhat ironic deep down. It seemed that Aaron had been defending her on the surface, yet at such a critical time, he left just like that.

After all, his surname was Tapia.

Giancarlo stared coldly at Jazmine and repeated, “Apologize. Don’t make me say it again.”

Jazmine’s face was cold, and the ridicule at the corner of her mouth became clearer. Her gaze fell on Yoselin’s face, and she stared at Yoselin for a long time. Suddenly, she said word by word.

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have run away already.”

Yoselin was shocked.

It never occurred to her that Jazmine would say something like this.

If it were Yoselin, once she got the goods on someone, she would hold on to it instead of exposing it.

Yoselin subconsciously looked at Giancarlo.

She was very afraid.

She didn’t know if Giancarlo would buy Jazmine’s words. Right now, she wanted so much to go to her boss

and ask him what to do.

Jazmine was very nervous as well.

It was the first time that she probed.

Giancarlo did not give the two much time to agonize. He gently parted his thin lips and slowly said word by word, and the meaning contained in these words was like a hammer, smashing Jazmine.

He said.

“So what? So what if I give all my money to her?”

Giancarlo said that he could give all his money to Yoselin.

Yet when it came to Jazmine, he ruthlessly snatched the Gardner Group away from her.

That was the so–called differential treatment.

That was the difference between loving and not.

Jazmine suddenly raised her head and laughed frantically.

Her chest was hurting because of her laughter, and the pain was overwhelming. She laughed so hard that she coughed, yet she continued to laugh.

Yoselin looked at Jazmine, who was laughing crazily, leaned against Giancarlo, and said worriedly, “Giancarlo, look at her. Is she normal? Shall we send her for a check–up?”