Chapter 60

Zoey didn’t pay much heed to Laurence’s words. Although there were quite a few unfriendly looks thrown her way, she remained as cool as a cucumber. She eyed Jasmine indifferently.

Jasmine was almost 40 but looked like she was in her early 30’s. While she wasn’t a standout beauty, her features fit together harmoniously. Her face was gentle and easy on the eyes, making people feel at ease around her.

Zoey still remembered the first time she met Jasmine. Her mother had been lying in a hospital bed on the brink of death while Jasmine stood outside of the room, peering through the glass panel of the door.

Jasmine had then said in faux concern, “How pitiful.”

The Fulton family was practically decimated, and Zoey’s uncle was in prison due to a white-collar crime. Meanwhile, Robert had brought her over to Northwell. She knew very well that Robert hadn’t taken her with him out of the kindness of his heart—he was simply worried that tongues would wag, so he reluctantly took her in. Jasmine woul