The letter

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"I cannot stand how she talks to your mother," Paul said to Layla, his voice tight with frustration. He then turned his stern gaze to Jasmine, continuing, "She has been taking care of your father all these years while you ran away—hiding somewhere to save your face. If you really want to be in this house, the least you can do is say some good words and ask for her forgiveness."

Kesha's heart swelled with pride as she looked at her soon-to-be son-in-law with pleased eyes. She had not expected him to stand up to Jasmine, who had once been his love and with whom he had shared a strong bond, witnessed by everyone.

Jasmine's face reddened with a mixture of anger and shame. "The only thing I've asked for is to meet my father, and that's it. I haven't asked anything from any of you, nor do I wish to interrupt your time. But if you're not willing to give me a chance, I'll gladly leave now. Maybe one day I will get a chance to see my father somewhere outside of this house," she said wi