I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
With a big yawn, I said, “His family’s in trouble? So what? I’m not his mom.”
Sophie was speechless, her finger jabbing in the air at me, lost for words.
Right at that moment, Jeffrey’s call buzzed again.
With Sophie glaring at me like a guard dog, I picked up.
“Yasmine, where are you?” he said desperately. “My sister’s gotten worse, and I can’t find you anywhere. I’m losing my mind!
“The doctor says her legs are all messed up, like it’s rotting and sprouting hair. They have to chop it off!
“The surgery’s going to cost thirty thousand dollars. Yasmine, my sis and I really need you. Can you come to the hospital?”
Once upon a time, I might have dashed over in a heartbeat.
However, I merely took a sip of water this time.
“Your sister is getting worse? Find a doctor. Why come to me? And hey, she’s your sister, not mine. You think I’m going to cough up thirty thousand dollars?”
Jeffrey never thought I would be so blunt.
He gasped.
However, Sophie, the romantic, could not take it anymore. She lunged forward and grabbed my phone from my hands. “Yasmine, your future sister–in–law is sick, and here you are, making heartless comments. Do you even have a conscience?
“I don’t care. I’m definitely taking you to the hospital today!”
Well, I had been curious about what was happening with Jeffrey’s sister, Juliet Peterson, anyway. So, this was my chance.
I decided to use this opportunity to see how things were unfolding.
When I got to the hospital, Juliet had just been wheeled out of the surgery room. Her face was ghostly white.
She gave me an eye roll when she saw me, then looked behind me.
