Jasmine Clark had suffered so much, she thought she could talk to her about it. But before she could even say a word, she was questioned, and immediately, she sulkily pursed her lips and complained discontentedly, "I'm back, aren't I? I'm not a street rat, why can't I come back?"
Juliet Jordan wished she could slap her into sense, her eyes filled with the disappointed frustration of "tough love gone wrong," "Didn't I call you to remind you not to come back during this period? Why did you run back? Also, where were you when I called you the day before yesterday?"
Jasmine felt a bit guilty, "Mom, it wasn't easy for me to come back, why are you dwelling on these trivial details? Don't you want to see me?"
Having come from her own womb, Juliet knew exactly what it meant when her daughter changed the subject. Juliet's expression darkened and her face grew even uglier, "Were you already back in the country at that time? You came back but hid it from me, not telling me?"
