Jasmine’s POV
~You have just twenty-four hours, Jasmine.~
“Dear Goddess.” I sighed absentmindedly as I diced the veggies on a chopping board.
I was visibly troubled and I tried all I could to hide it from Asher as I assisted him in the kitchen. He wasn't even paying attention to me, all he worried about at the moment was to wow us with his delicacy.
“Do you need any help, babe?” He asked, still facing away from me.
“No, I can manage,” I murmured my response, hoping it was audible enough.
~”I believe Liam... Which is why I would go to the hospital you both work at and demand for the evidence, CCTV, anything at all...~”
~... And if they prove adamant, I would press charges for defamation of character. Liam deserves better anyway.'~
“Argh!” I groaned in pain as the knife meant to slice through the onions cut deep into my index finger. Simultaneously, the knife fell off my hand and on the kitchen table.
“Oh, no!” Asher exclaimed as he rushed to my side, his eyes were wide and on th
