Madame Du nodded, then looked at the young woman, her brows furrowed, and her face was somewhat unhappy: "Jasmine Aiken, why are you here?"
The woman hurriedly spoke: "Aunt, I came to see you..."
At her words, Madame Du sneered coldly: "I don't need you to look after me. You can go."
Jasmine Aiken stood up, her lips quivering with grievance, "Aunt... "
"Even if you previously had a romantic relationship with Flynn, now that you are married to someone else, you should not interfere with his life." Madame Du coughed, hunched over at the waist, pointing at the door: "From now on, you are not welcome in my home. Please leave."
Jasmine Aiken's eyes reddened, "Aunt, I..."
But she couldn't finish her sentence.
Her voice was choked with sobs.
