Her performance was flawless—the pitiful, disabled girl trying to appease the unreasonable villain.
Jessica couldn't stand it. She stepped forward to mediate.
"Madam, please don't be anxious. It must have fallen somewhere."
"Ms. Henson isn't well. Please don't scare her."
Watching the two of them perform this synchronized routine made my stomach turn.
"Get out."
I pointed a trembling finger at Sarah.
"Take your things and get out of my house."
Sarah recoiled, staring at me blankly as her tears flowed harder.
Jessica hurried to push the wheelchair toward the door.
"Ms. Henson, you should go back first. Madam is in a bad mood today."
At the doorway, Sarah turned back, her voice choked with sobs.
"Jasmine, please don't be angry. When I get home, I'll make my brother buy you an exact replacement!"
"No—make him buy ten!"
A cold, sharp laugh escaped my lips.
She always knew exactly where to stick the knife.
After she left, I called Simon.
The phone rang for a long time before he answered. The background was noisy.
"Hello? Jasmine? I'm in a meeting. What is it?"
"Sarah took my bracelet. Tell her to return it." I didn't waste time with pleasantries.
Simon's voice dropped, icy and dangerous.
"Jasmine Delgado, what is this nonsense now?"
"Sarah is innocent. How could she possibly steal your things?"
"Are you still sulking over what happened yesterday?"
A bitter, incredulous laugh escaped my lips.
"Innocent? Simon Henson, are you blind?"
"After all these years, do you really not understand your own sister?"
Silence stretched on the other end of the line.
"Jasmine, how much was the bracelet? I'll wire you the money. Just stop bullying Sarah, alright?"
"She's pitiful enough as it is."
*Click.*
I hung up. I didn't have the energy to listen to another word.
Being with him... it felt utterly meaningless.
That night, Simon returned home.
"Tell me, which brand was it? I'll buy you a replacement."
I didn't answer. Instead, I slammed a document onto the coffee table.
"I want this."
An equity transfer agreement.
Specifically, for the 10% stake in the company my father had left me.
Years ago, to support his startup, I had transferred these shares to him without asking for a penny.
Now, I wanted them back.
He stared at the document. The color drained from his face until he was ashen.
"Jasmine, what is the meaning of this?"
"Exactly what it looks like."
"I'm taking back what belongs to me."