"Nancy Emmett used to argue with him a lot, saying how unlucky she was to marry such a good-for-nothing man. If she had married someone else, she would have become a wealthy lady long ago."
Grandma Connor followed behind, full of sighs.
Living across the door, she really heard their quarrels too often.
It was much quieter when Yana was around.
Yana had a really good temperament and was kind-hearted. The current Jasmine Yale was exactly in Yana's mold.
As Jasmine walked towards home, everything inside was covered in dust, looking like it hadn't been lived in for a long time.
There was nothing interesting in the living room or the kitchen, so she headed straight for the bedroom and storage room.
She crouched down and rummaged through the bedroom drawers.
Indeed, these places were free from dust—someone had been through them!
She wanted to find her mother's belongings!
Jasmine frantically searched, her eyes shimmering with a bright gleam.
