Jasmine Yale widened her eyes and covered her mouth.
She knew the woman's voice all too well—it was Harper Glorian.
The woman's voice was filled with anxiety, frustration, and unease, tinged with a crying tone.
Jasmine dared not make a sound, feeling she had overheard something scandalous.
Not working?
Is it erectile dysfunction?
Jasmine's face flushed with embarrassment. She was no longer a little girl and naturally thought of that possibility.
Jasmine knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on people's conversations, especially in such a secretive place discussing private matters.
"Harper Glorian, this is the ladies' room. Get your facts straight. If someone sees you here, where will I put my face?" Zaiden Santos exclaimed angrily.
"But, but..." Harper started crying miserably when he yelled at her, "Can we go to the hospital later? It's not a big deal. With today's medical advancements, they'll definitely be able to cure it."
